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when it’s dark
too early, and I’m driving home from work
my headlights guiding my car’s path
I always wish for spring
but suddenly I worry
that when spring arrives
and it rains
too much, and I’m driving home from work
my wipers guiding my car’s path
I will always wish for fall

Tagged: life, poem, poet, poetry, season, shannon cummings, the poem daily, write, writer

§ One Response to seasonal

• wbdeejay says:

  December 4, 2014 at 11:55 am

  Uncomfortable situations
  Bring longing
  For change
  Something other than what we feel right now

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