A Summers Afternoon

I’ve been writing poetry since I was 18 and have won a few awards on a local poetry forum. I usually write about mental health.

A solitary poppy
blooms.
Alone in the ground
with nothing around.

A heart shaped cloud
adorns the sky,
as birds pass it by.

A lover lays
not far away.
Waiting, holding
Wild Flowers;
hand picked.

A fiery red head
settles beside.
Sun beams upon
her blinded eyes.

Rosy red cheeks
as their eyes meet.
Kissing him as if it
had been weeks.

What a wonderful
summers afternoon.
Such a shame
it ends so soon.
Fast approaching
midnight's' moon.

- Erin 9th May 2017

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