Soon the nights will grow long
the days will vanish fast
the swallows will fly south
and leave their summer nests.
And I will sit alone
and think of summer past
of fresh bright early mornings
with deep hope in my chest.
That spring will come back soon
and chapel bells will ring
that you will be with me
at last to love and sing.
Soon the nights will pass
the days will linger longer
in summers yet to come
on seashores we will saunter.
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©Yakira Shimoni Fulks Art and Poetry
October 21, 2022 | Orange County, California
