Thursday, July 23, 2015

Excerpt 8 from "Seasons"

The seasons, tides, and daylight change, of course, then, so do I
For all the changes in a year, a lifetime in a sigh
As north you go, the more the sunbeams change their willful way
The ebb and flow of tides reflects my moodiness per se
But, seasons come around, once more, to toll the bell of fate
It’s pleasing just to listen close for words that tolerate
The glory of the sun is here, a boon so bright today
The story of a life of which the moon shall wash away


 © 2012 whickwithy

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