Photo by Maria Ionova on Unsplash
I open my pocket
unfurl a sunbeam
pale and humble
I coax the ghosts
with silver grace
as they leave their cold empty space
Hold on to the light
summer’s breath is drawing near
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Alyson Smith
Writer & Artist with Level I Autism & a whole lot of Bipolar. Based in Newcastle- upon - Tyne, works as an administrator in a Nursing Home. MA in Creative Writing.
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Comments (4)
Ah Summer. He one day is Summer, next is winter....let Summer breathe,,,please.
Stunning! ✨
It's cold and raining in Australia right now, this was the nice warm comfort I needed.
This was vivid and filled with warmth