In Circles
seasons
overlap
elements
promise much
but
nothing happens
sunrise
unfolds..
a gentle
ease
awaits the day..
expectations
rise
then fossilized
derided,
forgotten..
until
next time
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2018
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