Melancholy

In winter when bleak gray days meshed with permeating cold, she envisaged summer. She would be happy in summer. But today, summer solstice with daylight ebbing, joy remains a memory, perhaps not even hers, of laughter, skipping, feeling carefree. Life’s rip current steals her footing; she flails for purchase.

 

end 6/20/2016

©S. Darlington

 

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