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.
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