Two Seasons
Rivers of bright reds and browns sink into the soil,
sugar maple surrenders to silence.
Winter has little mercy for the colours of life.
But in early spring, buried bulbs rise, ready for the new toil.
The sun forces out a new drop of blood from the inner bark,
desire born out of suffering pulls roots from beneath the mud.
(this poem is from Eleni's pamphlet Autumn Dedications, 2015)
Copyright © Eleni Cay | Year Posted 2017
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