Beyond halfway through Lent’s leaden navigation
the trees begin their early proclamation
of being; colourful invigoration.
Clouds of pink and yellow and white
cluster in fledging branches
to welcome the sun’s returning warmth
and the lengthening of day.
Beyond halfway through life’s ripened cycle
head is silver clad with thinning concentration
and the promises of tomorrow diminish
as late Summer breathes its spores -
wrinkled reminders of laughter and frown.
These seasons only tarry once
and wash away in daily tides
like laundered denim
or photographs exposed to light.
Beyond halfway through and we begin to ask
“Are we nearly there yet ?”
at the enquiry desk of patient heaven.