Summer Lovers in Cinquain

A Deluge and the tree outside my window

What is it like to be a tree indulging in the rain’s caress — hurts so good bark sloughed free that’s ok with me it’s death understood

Pour, drip, drain, slosh withered beats to wash away that which no longer serve me a wound in flesh set free exposed tender sepia

I’ll go before long skies don’t wait for me broken cracks take a hearty libation be on your leaves

ample sweet drinks gather close to suck your shores as you forgive me one more

Note from the author:

I’ve become obsessed with the idea of things ending. Does anything really end? Hurt, love, days— the anticipation and relief. Shift is a better word, transformation, a give and take, transference of energy and purpose. Mourning turning into celebration, as seasons change, creates space in my thinking like a much needed deep breath and exhale.

I can feel it, it’s time.

Thank you TC Hails for tagging me, and challenging me! Not even sure if I did this right, writing a cinquain poem, but here it is. 😃😜❤

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