seasons

this moment

frozen and taken

starting at the ceiling

imagining and seeing a blank canvas

with the big thoughts all projecting up

and you are inside my mind

making a ponderous time so clear

while the air heats up once more

I can sense a burst of energy

in order to arrive home

on time or before that

for walking miles through

the snow so deep it is up to my shins

to meet you for a beer or three

on the weekend of fun and yawns

from too much joy had the night before

with you here

I want even more

till now and tomorrow

right from the core

About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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