The Seasons
THE SEASONS
a cold touch of heart
the empty whiteness of eyes
nothing green survives
sudden disturbance
yesterday now tomorrow
nothing audible
before you know it
this verdant transformation
and bright warm blue sky
the northern god speaks
his breath cool and threatening
a shiver – goose bumps
Copyright © Daver Austin | Year Posted 2013
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