A poem for The Secret Keeper’s writing prompt. The words to include are:
WEALTH | LONG | DREAD | VIEW | RED
How do I count the colours bright,
that paint the fields and fill the light,
across the waves and out of sight?
All these hues a heart can hold,
the reds and blues the green and gold,
fiery hot and winter cold—
a wealth to store against the past.
It fell, a shooting star, so fast,
our love no longing could make last.
With no regrets, I look ahead,
with green of hope and little dread,
to find a new love in your stead.