A poem of a changing season from Nicole.
When autumn winds
have stolen
summer’s last kiss
I will find you
again in my dreams;
over and over past
thousands of Thursdays,
until I can meet you
under grey skies
and flaming trees.
© Nicole Lyons 2017
Words are dangerous tools. You need the User Manual.
aka SusanWritesPrecise
Conjured by Sarah Doughty
Phillip writes poetry ... or gets lost in thought
poetry and dark fiction
May Samhain Bless Your Home and Hearth
Where writers gather
'Right now there's someone wounded exactly in the shape of my words'
"Unleash your creative talents and share them with the world!" ~ Raja's Insight
Journaling my way through the darkness.
And I do a few other things too...
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A Feminist Literary Collective (& outlaw poets swearing)
'til death we do art
Music Ennobles All It Touches
my humanity in written form
