Changing Season
Crystal white
dew crunches underfoot ...
late winter
late spring
freezing air in April
what will summer bring?
Old folks always talk
about the weather ...
the rain now masking the daily fear
of death.
Its getting closer
permeating consciousness
with its insidious reality.
Yes, what will summer bring
and will I survive
another winter
is how the mind begins
to tally the sand
as it flows through the hour glass
crystal white.
Copyright © Sue Mason | Year Posted 2008
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