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Summer has come to stay
Every time I knocked on Winter's door it
Was raining, and one wet evening following
A couple of cold kisses I felt compelled to
Remark on how often it rained, 'Must be an
Omen' she said and indeed it was - I never
Odd, how easy it is to think oneself in love,
And then something as common as the weather
Comes along to intervene, punctuating an affair
That was little more than a chore, a duty, a
Habit, a lingering self-deception.
Her mind as see-through as her dress, skimpy
Thoughts my first thought, kiss and run my
Second; but I was wrong, she was a honey of
A girl with a daring sense of high-fashion,
Up-to-the-minute taste, gorgeous to the core,
And lovingly innocent.
Finishing a relationship and starting another so
Soon would normally ring warning bells of the
Loudest kind but no, ne’er a tinkle was heard.
And nor should there have been for the contrast
Between cold kisses and warm sighs was like the
Seasons themselves. Long familiar have I been
With the cold snap of Winter, icicles my old friends
These many years, but now the sun had come out
And with it Summer has come to stay.
© Joseph G Dawson