what seasons have in common

tiny buds of spring
chase dewdrops running around
on new swaying leaves

I am without you

old souls baring skin
surrendering to sunbeam
keeping heat within

I am without you

crimson shades of trees
parade heavenly colors
crunches beneath feet

I am without you

winter clutches throne
sprinkles of snow dusted dreams
in hibernation

I am
without you

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of no use

gray clouds say I should
stay away from your garden
for I am but weed

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nights’ shortcomings

nights have never been
large enough to store wishes
long enough to dream

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open house

demons on display
examine rare exhibits
inside my closet

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white flags all over

sometimes I wonder
if taking over my thoughts
gives you great pleasure

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learning from Harry

sitting in the crowd
thinking of skill to pick up
disappearing acts

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crafty gardener

unbeknownst to me
sneakily you planted seeds
fertilized dreamscape

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best actress

stuck on stupid script
stellar performance deserves
standing ovation

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