Its a Warm Winter Afternoon

I ran away from your thoughts

all night

and sat down on the bench

in the park by the lake side
where I had seen you

that first time.

Here, you permeate me,

like the winter sun

that shines all afternoon

and brings the most dreamy naps

I allow your dreams

and this time,

they glisten and shine

as the children play

and the churchbells chime

The world spills over

on my search for you

and I seek you out

in a lonely stroller

who walks about

and stops to admire

the fallen, golden leaves

that crunch into my heart

as the wind blows

the hair off your eyes

I peep into them

Deep and blue

and I open my eyes

again, without you

Its a warm winter afternoon

and you have come around

in my poetry.

Again.

Thanks to Poets United for the above picture prompt. Park benches can inspire such varying lines of thoughts.   So much happens on a park bench! Love, heartbreak, the frolic of childhood, the agonies of adulthood, the imaginations of a poet, the laments of loss, the mundane gossip of everyday life, the lonely memories of old age! This beautiful picture is taken by Ella Wilson.

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