I am a teacher, writer and foodie. I lead a thriving RL Writer's Club and live in an incredible place of sunshine and beauty. I go under Banjodog and my published work can be found online.
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Written By: Juliette Bentley
November 25, 2014
The breeze tugs wantonly at the blackout curtain
persistently teasing it into play
as a toddler tugs at a parent's sleeve
The season's change has crept in.
The cold wind of aged winter
now reborn into childish glow,
a frivolous thing.
A gentle prepubescent burgeoning
that will bloom into
the fullness of adult summer fruits,
ripening beneath Summer's passion.
reflecting upon the pool of time; that stillness,
the air will cool and wrap itself
around the memories of summer wine
to wait the brittle fingers
and old age to creak and lost voices howl
into the darkness of the corpses sleep;
The season's turn.
I also write under Banjodog.