The Circle
There were cloudless days
Sunless days
Without so much
As a breeze in the air
Days when the trees and flowers
Slept
As I watched the river
Sitting frozen still
These were my winter days
When spring and summer and fall
Had withdrawn
To another time of life
Once
I believed this to be
A time of peace and tranquility
But that was a tale
Told by a younger man
This was a time
Of reflection
Filled with formless shapes
That appeared in the icy waters
A time to prepare
In the most gracious of ways
My goodbyes
And fare-thee-wells
I come here often
Not to think of my failures
But to send them off
And let them fade away
As I watch the rivers frozen waters
Melt away into spring
While winter rolls on
Waiting to return once again
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