Sketch of a Dream
Nature is a sketch
of the tenuous hold we have
on formidable time.
No season stands immutable -
each an interlude - one to another.
Demurely, summer gives way to Fall.
Bereft of leaves, brittle branches rattle
against a crisp blue sky.
When winter enfolds us all we dream;
the collective dream of spring.
Eight word sketch
For John Hamilton
10/31/17
3rd Place
Copyright © Suzanne Delaney | Year Posted 2017
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