Gray rain clouds;
Bookends to my soul.
Gray to gray,
Fog to fog,
The intimate moment
When I and my surroundings
Become one and the same.
Where is the crisp life-ness of Autumn?
Or the clarity of Spring?
My seasonal heart lies dormant,
Waiting to be awakened
Once again.
Bookends to my soul.
Gray to gray,
Fog to fog,
The intimate moment
When I and my surroundings
Become one and the same.
Where is the crisp life-ness of Autumn?
Or the clarity of Spring?
My seasonal heart lies dormant,
Waiting to be awakened
Once again.
oy i hope that spring burst forth and life anew ...awake, awake...smiles.
ReplyDeleteSeasonal heart...love that. Spring has come and gone already in Southeast Texas...summer has arrived early.
ReplyDelete..and grey follows green again. So we may as well learn to like it as well.
ReplyDeleteHow strong the pull of seasons.Just as well we have them. Well written.
Really like the "seasonal heart"! Jumps out and grabs you!
ReplyDeleteNicely done!
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