Slow in its retreat
Sensing the change
I remain silent
And refrain.
Holding on.. to the sunny memories.
"Don't be alarmed"
I shivered.
nervously rubbing my palms
Wishing for warmth,
Feeling the chill.
Seasons blend
Summer to Fall
Leaves turning over
I can only hope
To be sharing your embrace
Once Winter is over.
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