predictions, a poem


You can predict Spring and Fall

as mud, and be right;

tail-ends, novelettes between

the great works of

dark and light...

Even now, in April

you can look out the

Kitchen window, and

see the dragon's teeth

of winter, lucent, glittering,

jagged reminders of

what little is left of


For all the signs; Summer

is only a moment... a day,

when the faces of the mountains

no longer wear Kabuki facepaint-

and green intoxicates our hearts

like the cocaine of our youth...

and we might, for a moment

ride the back of a dragonfly,

up, up, up! Into the cobalt breeze,

and feel the Sun

shine in the middle

of the world.

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AudreyHowitt 2 years ago from California

Always a pleasure to read your work lilyfly!

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Jodah 2 years ago from Queensland Australia

Lovely poem lily fly, the words just flow. Well,done.

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lilyfly 2 years ago from Wasilla, Alaska Author

Thank you, both!

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Daniella Lopez 2 years ago from Arkansas

This is absolutely beautiful, Lily! I loved reading it.

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