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Seasons

Wind from another time and place.
Blowing in, revealing a different face.
One face to another that face did say:
Among the autumn leaves, come to play.
A sunset in fall before the winter snow.
One last embrace before the fading of hearts glow.
Far beyond springtime and those carefree days past,
Even summer had mourned and into shadows cast,
Any semblance, any thought that bore
Resemblance to a memory that one could not ignore.
Now here in autumn, waiting for the snow,
Praying winter, its face, it won’t forget to show.

Under Quiet Sky

She holds the eye that freeze time.
She chastises cold and space and time.
While the world sleeps and passes by,
She stands in snow, under quiet sky.
As for the eye that she holds,
For now it shall remain closed.
Until the moment it opens and,
A moment lost, then held in hand.

Dedicated to my friend Carole D.

A Sonnet to Seasons Change

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Within the forest, forever she sleeps.
The winter wind has tried to call her back.
No spring, no summer,  a constant sleep deep,
Any certainty of waking, she lacks.
How long has this winter been? Cold wind blows
Over what must soon come to be her grave:
A full moon and the snowy trees below.
This is all that is left from what she gave,
Where’s spring? No living memory holds summer.
“Oh, the ice! Where is the fair face of fall?”
A common lament of those who love her.
Not one, but many. Of them, she is all.
She is the snow, the rain, the heat, the wind.
From the snow sprouts a bud. New life begins.

Tired Earth

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Cradled in the night: sleeping earth.
The stars, solitary eyes, observing the birth.
One too many times; everyday she
Tries to hold this sleep and be,
Eternally cold.
Her soul, old,
Wearily gives birth to season after season,
Knowing they’ll soon be ancient, a reason,
An excuse to hate the life-giving spring.
The snow, her blanket. The Sun and Moon now sing.
This: before birth her last sleep.
The joy she’ll feel in summer,
Will rend all her fear asunder.
But every year it’s the snow that she prays to keep.

Frozen Pond

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I am the eye within reflects the stranger,
The hole in the ground that reflects the sky.
Everything around grows colder, shoulders
Carry much more. The clouds, the eyes that cry.
And one step closer to the winter
Remind me of the days that pass.
One more blink and it’s all over
Come what may, this too shall pass.
Daily colder, the forest dances over me,
Memories torn asunder: summer.
Though I do not wait for spring, I sleep.
Knowing this dream is mine to keep.

Winter Escape

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Walking from the ice below,
In the winter I don’t know,
Where next I should go.
Bracing for the light of day,
There are those who might say:
“The night is more familiar. Stay.”
Familiar though it is, I,
Don’t wish to stay in this sky.
The years are many that I’ve tried,
To leave this place. Tomorrow is
My final effort and this:
One last flight for freedoms bliss.

Cold Morning

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On a cold morning,
Waiting for winters, ice cold
Breath to steal summer.