Patina Of July

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The Blackwood River, winter is here.

 

July

July,
you camped at my window.
The constant patter of your tears
blurring, intangible,
drawing me to uncertanity.

Yearning,
longing,
the ache of melancholy,
grey clouds,
heavy laden.

Tears born of sadness,
become streams of redemption.
Washed earth
melting,
becoming.

July,
I opened my window
and bathed in your wellspring.
You drank my darkness,
I swallowed your love.

©Paul Cannon

 

Paul,

pvcann.com

15 Comments

Filed under life, love, nature, poetry, seasons

15 responses to “Patina Of July

  1. Gorgeous. I shouldn’t enjoy melancholy so much, but I can’t help it! Especially when there’s writing like yours!

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  2. lync56

    Wow that is deep!!

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    Liked by 1 person

  3. lync56

    Sorry I missed the first word – ons second reading Wow that is beautiful

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    Liked by 1 person

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  5. MNL

    to say I loved this love poem seem inadequate. it gave me chills. amazing.

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