What A Season Brings

Written for:  Poets United – Pantry of Poetry, Proses #3  (posted by Sanaa)

“For now, I invite you to share your entries, as Poets United welcomes both poetry and prose (i.e. stories, articles, essays) feel free to link anything new or old and relish in the work of others. Also, if you opt to share prose then please keep it to 369 words or fewer.

Optional: For those of you whose muse desires something, here is a beautiful poem by Maya Angelou. Remember to give credit if you decide to write inspired by it.”

When You Come

When you come to me, unbidden,
Beckoning me
To long-ago rooms,
Where memories lie.

Offering me, as to a child, an attic,
Gatherings of days too few.
Baubles of stolen kisses.
Trinkets of borrowed loves.
Trunks of secret words,

I CRY.
Maya Angelou

 

If you have lived long, each season opens
a wealth of memories, mementos, smiles,
and often tears. Who did you meet
in Summer, what music did you listen
to together?

The sun beat down on beach-goers swathed
in lotions or oils. Scent of coconut wafted
through the air, mingling with that
of brine. How could this paradise
ever end? Yet it did.   Summer romances
are hard to sustain once October gets
a foot in the door.

(this poem was inspired by “When You Come” by Maya Angelou)

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About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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9 Responses to What A Season Brings

  1. sanaarizvi says:

    My goodness this is absolutely stunning! ❤️ I especially love and resonate with; “Summer romances are hard to sustain once October gets a foot in the door.” 🙂

    Like

  2. Melancholy dreams of summers’ past. This drives that thought home

    Like

  3. R says:

    I remember those summers.

    Like

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