Winter’s End

A summer sun burns
at winter’s end
and arid wind gust
churns dust the bitter scent
of lust and longing
to belong

But mere emptiness
is sent in this seering glare
bestted to sweated
bare flesh
adhering to wounds fresh
revealing where
steeling sad grows

My tender heart yearns
return to concealing shadows
lain in dark fallow
to render the pain
in vain surrender
but I resist
at this winter’s end

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