Bring May Flowers

I met a boy in the summertime

who felt so much like spring

 

his touch was neither heated nor chilling,

but just the right degree

 

like sunbeams, a smile that spread warmth to my cheeks;

it was his kiss that tasted of clover leaves

 

April’s showers fell from his eyes, and a mess of

wildflowers sprung from his head

 

sunflowers and daisies were among my favorite things

to pick from his green, endless mind

 

and unlike nature’s seasons, the boy who

breathed spring did not change

 

but he had the misfortune

to have met a girl whose favor fell like the fall leaves

 

and in the winter she grew cold, and her stinging

words hung in the air like her visible white breath

 

she no longer gathered the sunflowers and the daisies;

they withered at her freezing touch

 

and the boy whose fingertips carried all the gentility of March 

could not unthaw my January heart

Author's Note

It's 12:27 A.M. and I have school tomorrow.

Reviews

[Gee]

Loved this.You possess a God given talent for this poetry malarkey

[devon]

Holy wow, you are bathing me in compliments. Thank you so much!!!

[Gee]

My pleasure,I speak as I find,simple as...

[Beccy]

I could never be so cold to someone who brought such joy and happiness to me.

Quite exquisite use of our beautiful language.


In admiration, Beccy.

[ANM]

Very well written well done!