Autumn is here.
I see it in my copper skin.
In my glistening eyes.
In the bamboo scarf that begs to hug me tighter.
Autumn is here.
But you are nowhere near here.
You’re somewhere,
Where spring beckons you to life that demands every ounce of your being.
So I’ll stand here, until seasons merge
And we can see each other again.
Where we’ll walk under the same sun and drink its golden rays.
[for James…]
Frank Malaba
This is beautiful.
On Sat, May 16, 2020 at 8:00 PM Frank Malaba Prosetry wrote:
> Frank Malaba posted: ” Autumn is here.I see it in my copper skin.In my > glistening eyes.In the bamboo scarf that begs to hug me tighter.Autumn is > here.But you are nowhere near here.You’re somewhere,Where spring beckons > you to life that demands every ounce of your being.So I’ll ” >
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Who was I writing about?
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