Soft is the earth
rich and brown
spongy and moist
as heels sink into the ground

Remnants of cinders
washed from the paved walk
where ice in Winter did abound,
are littered and scattered around

The sun doesn't shine this day
as raindrops fall in a syncopated way
in a rhythm that doesn't stray
vertically framing the sky of dark grey

I feel the drops upon my head
icy cold they feel upon my skin damp and red
reminders that awaken my senses
and remind me I'm alive and not dead

I jump around puddles, and try to make sport
my steps choppy, long and short
and make my way under the overhang
upon the back porch

I look out upon the large pine tree
to its most delicate branches atop
and see not a bird or creature
Seems like all but the rain has come to a stop

A feeling of blue comes over me
a longing feeling of heartache
the type you can feel but no one can see
Wondering what the future will be

Wll it be kind to me?
Hoping she and I are meant to be...
How much longer until I'm set free?
Why does she seem to mean so much to me?

Only my own breath I can see.
clouding the view between the porch and the tree
I wish somehow she was leaning on my shoulder
sharing this very moment, feeling part of me

How warm inside hearts might feel
if love was not imagined and was real
This moment I wish she and I could steal
Her softness would this broken heart heal

©  James T. Adair

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