Oct 13, 2011 – willowdot21

Who is this hiding in the dell, flowers in her golden hair slowly awaking. It is Susie preparing her summer spell.

Gently the evening light on her shoulders falls as her sister Silver gently calls. It is time for her to wake and her fabulous changes to make.

She is Silver’s older sister, she is summer and she awakes as Silver leaves , though not before Susie has kissed her.

As she stretches she sends a warming breeze among the the trees. Taking off the last of the blossom from the branches so the leaves and fruit can have their day.She sings her gentle song inviting the beasts of the fields to come out and play.

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Now she really is awake and her presence she asserts , the women working in the fields bare their legs and lift their skirts. She warms up the deep blue sea and on the golden beaches children dance and play and run free.

She has laughter in her eyes as she paints blue her summer skies. She loves ice cream and BBQs and lemon barley no wonder at the end of her reign she has gained a pound or two!!

She stays up late and she is early to rise and she spends hours painting butterflies. She has a pallet bright and new with gentle bush strokes she uses every hue. The fields are full of colours, yellow rape and poppy red , lilac flowers pansies too there are so many for you to view.

She can be moody don’t be fooled she will throw a storm at you . Then in flash she makes the sun return and all the wet with heat she will burn, leaving everything fresh and clean and smelling so sweet with diamond silver droplets the best you have ever seen.

Her sun sets are the best they tie you to the ground and draw your eyes west. And her sun rises are full of surprises golden warm lighting up the skies of glorious blue. When at night the skies are red Susie suggests a picnic she is good at getting in your head

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Dancing in and out of the trees and flowers Susie leads her bees for hours.She lets them stop to collect from the lavender to make the best honey when it is fresh it tastes so good it is worth more than money. OH! we love her special treats soft grass to sit, strawberries and cream to eat and bubbly singing streams in which to dip your feet.

Dance Summer Susie dance stay as long as you can take a chance. We love your sisters truth to say but you have the longest and the warmest days. Yet I really have to say thank you Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter too , you all have your job to do. ……..

I stand alone apart from all the others. I stand alone because of fear. If I should reach out to say hello they may reject me and banish me from here.

I am one of many in a country on a planet in a galaxy within a universe one of the lost, one of the cursed.

I stand alone in a room full of people some I know, they smile and say my name but then they turn away to some one more interesting …. it is like a cruel game.

I stand alone at work I do the things the others do , I use the computer carry files take notes speak with clients nothing new. I eat my lunch at my desk or walk in the park , I leave the office late and get home in the dark.

I stand alone in the bar where I have joined my workmates for a drink they seem so together . The alcohol does not help in fact it just makes my heart sink. I say goodbye but no one notices they are all too busy. I leave the bar and hail a cab the alcohol and night air conspire to make me dizzy.

I stand alone in my flat again, and cry , I once had a lover but they are gone I stand alone and wonder why. The space I stand in now all my own was not always a flat it was once a home. Even when he was sick and we new knew he would die I did not cry for I never envisage he would really leave me on my own.

What am I to do,why did I build that invisible barrier why do I not let anyone in. They all think I am coping well living life to the full. If I told the truth would it be such a sin. It is so hard to drop my guard I do not know what their reaction will be , to open up is so very hard for me.

I stand alone in the bathroom and look at my reflection it is not so good just look at my complexion. I look so pale and gaunt my eyes look dead no wonder they avoid me they must think I am there to haunt.

I have to try harder if I am to live he would not want to see me so. Self pity he could never forgive. So it doesn’t matter how much it hurts me I have to make the move and set me free. It has come to this, the choice I have to make. I either make an effort with the world or I attend my own wake.

I stand alone in the bedroom I am looking in the wardrobe I need to pick my brightest colours my highest heels I need to lift my soul. Tomorrow I will decide if I knock down the barrier and let them all inside or if not to look my best so they can say “she looked beautiful when she died.”