summer was wrapped in coils
of yellow and white, and wrought iron chairs
and all the intoxicating reasons that we
couldn't be anywhere else but right there
soaking up the sun and it's buttery warmth
and a summer that would never return

Today's poem inspired by Alicia Bock Photography.
Find your inspiration at http:www.alicia-bock.com


Optimistic Existentialist said...

"and a summer that would never return"...I love that line

Charity said...

Ah, and that's the line I wrestled with the most! Such a meaningful response!