it is not spring or summer here

it is not spring
or summer here

so the words i bring
cannot be butterflies
or hummingbirds

& i must tell my love
in leaves read not from the bottom of a cup
but raked up, crackling unpredictable patterns
hoarded with chestnuts and acorns
against winter hunger

adding one more truth
to that pile

About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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16 Responses to it is not spring or summer here

  1. unfetteredbs says:

    even in the wee hours your are a masterful word spinner.

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  3. 17rick47 says:

    A link to this poem can now be found at ‘edge of frog’

  4. The Enfant Terrible says:

    This piece radiates warmth. I could hover my hands over your words and they would melt to the bone. I love the richness of your verse.

  5. boomiebol says:

    Love it..imagine me screaming that lol…love it Susan

  6. Join me for tea? 🙂

  7. nelle says:

    Nice… love how you ended it.

  8. Mari says:


    perfectly beating my heart.

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