Weight

What if leaves didn't fall

before winter and snow

rested upon them until

they cannot take the weight?

Branches will break, oh,

they will break, and when

spring comes, no

leaves will grow at all.

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You're an unfinished poem
such as this on

Kathleen

You came and went
   like a drizzle; I hope
   you come back a storm.

Flames

Your flames put

out the waters

in my dry soul

Archery

When Cupid aims
    and takes his shot,
    did he, at one time,
    scrape himself?

Iris

Your eyes fresh

with that brush

of starlight

The night we kissed

and finally waved

our last goodbye

Winter

She had on her winter skin,

       her winter words,

       her winter soul, and

       never did the sun shine.

Coming

You're a memory
and you come
as seldom
as often,