The winds would suggest
a storm ahead,
a quiet breeze
letting summer’s flower garden
hang on for a lasting parade
of memory,
inside a dreamer’s holiday.
Evenings have a certain silence
readying for the change,
a security is needed
to protect ourselves
from the rains turning to
a wintry mix of
Nature’s shroud.
If we might fantasize,
a chance to know our sweet
horizon to share our eyes,
inside the shelter
of a calm,
the simple elegance
of having you in my arms
would be we might know this gift
is a quiet remind, two lovers adrift.
© Scott F Savage 2019
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