We have had our summer, untarnished, bold and bright,
We had our turn to dance, in rain and flooding light,
Come! Back to our caves now!
Before the world turns sour,
Lift your face to the dying sun, run! Escape the nearing night.
Thanks for the great prompt from dVerse to capture an emotion without naming it in our poem! I’m not sure I did it justice, but I really love this prompt 😊
Last poem: It’s Not Spring Here – 26/2/18