By Lynn Long


Yellow butterflies on a
spring breeze
And the very real knowledge,
I will never be-
The summer wind
navigating your ship upon
love’s tempestuous seas
Eowyn to your Aragorn
I fall with grace…

Seeking shelter from the storm 

amid Autumn’s reign- and finding 

solace in the winter… once again


Winter blues
One midnight salutation
Brought me to you
With sweet anticipation


Lynn Long

Poet, writer, dreamer 

Believer in the impossible…

Residing somewhere in time
Artist at

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