Saturday, October 11, 2014

The dried seeds of Summer

The dried seeds of Summer
await the wind’s release
like the momentary worries
and those that never cease,
like the cares and snares
of everyday
that furrow through the peace
they tarry at the doorstep
on a ninety-nine year lease.

And slowly, ever slowly
the breeze opens up the door
for the sun to enter
with Autumnal core
for draught caress
or clumsyness
to liberate the spores,
future days or unsought ways
and promise that’s in store.

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