A time, a season,
Autumn and Spring between,
a song, a hymn, a place,
a kind of viewing.
*
Maybe a person, cut off…
tasting suspended days
of average normalcy,
separated, withdrawn
hidden a while to self and others,
a temporary island
in a pool of mixed emotion.
*
Winter can be a kind of
personal hibernation...
As the ground lies fallow
for restoration,
with the uplifting thought
of Spring … just around the corner.
*
Dennis Crompton © 1996
(first published www.denniscrompton.wordpress.com 2013)
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