Summer's Sun

Poem by Amelia Riley

SUMMER’S SUN

You do not see the storm clouds gather
but still, I feel them in my bones
Fingers curled like leaves prepared
to brace for bitter colds

And so I wait and feel the waste
of that once warm and wild hope
Which came to me in Summer’s sun
and died by fall’s first snow

                       - Amelia Riley

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