One More Season Past Noon
Early winter crept away
from late autumn's last rains,
but held onto a dull new hurt
that sharpened as I awoke.
The strange caress of winter's sun
warmed me only a while
when I knowingly courted it
and accepted that it would pass.
The winter is brief,
and as solstice comes and goes,
it holds only a hint of malice,
yet I am thankful when it is done.
Mid-winter's cool breeze,
soft, imperceptible,
will give way to late winter's winds,
strident, dusty and dry.
After one more season is survived,
I'll crawl steadily closer
to the truest of truths
that I may never know.
1st August 2018
Copyright © Lawrence Sharp | Year Posted 2018
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