Continuum

Dawn iced the birdbath and crisped the sunless air
to show time for winter to claim its shivered share.
Indeed the season is born again anew
just like the ones as a boy I knew.

So it is with every season since planet’s birth.
Each comes again asserting its worth
and blessing during its stay Mother Earth.

This winter now upon me will be endlessly back
in perennial wave after wave
ages after snow first covers my grave.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Laurie Avatar
October 31, 2020 at 8:38 PM
G’day Paul … and to think how lucky I feel with summer approaching. I shiver at the thought of iced bird baths and frosty mornings - all the best Paul - Lindsay
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November 3, 2020 at 5:28 AM
Thank you, Lindsay. With your summer approaching, now would be a good time for me to move to Australia. Besides, I've always wanted to go there. Hugs xxx Paul
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October 24, 2020 at 4:42 AM
I can feel the coldness in this poem, each line, but still it is a wonder of mother nature and we can always adapt to the weather...
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November 3, 2020 at 5:33 AM
Silent One: I appreciate your comment, especially the sentence about feeling the coldness. Fortunately, we humans are adaptable beings, as you note. Paul
Allison Avatar
October 23, 2020 at 4:18 PM
I was transported to the grips of from the first line, awesome imagery Paul, lets hope we both have many more winters before we are wrapped in a blanket of snow in our final resting place:-) hugs jan xx
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October 23, 2020 at 7:08 PM
Jan, Please know how much I appreciate and value your kind comment(s). I relish them, even as I relish your incomparable poetry and marvel at the depth and breadth of your talent. I think I must have done something exceptional in the pre-existence (Mormon doctrine) to be worthy of your friendship. Hugs xxx. Paul
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