spring is over, summer coming fast
the days are longer, light late into the eve
as each day does finally, gently unweave
a treasure left over from early in the year
the wealth of a friendship that I hold dear
now stretches forward in the hot months ahead
woven with a viscous, unbreakable silver thread
as I move forward with a summer that’s new
and a history that grows from my winter with you
the year will go quickly, that’s the way it always seems
but the friendship will stay, secure and esteemed
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.
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