The Arc of Love
The spring of their love
Turned to summer
And then the warmth
Of her attention
Grew cold.
His heart connected
Pensively to petiole
Longing to cling,
Abscission unavoidable.
Fall’s golden hues
Faded as she
Begged with a kiss
set her soul free.
He faced now
Winter’s austerity
With only the
Wind for company.
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