Passing Seasons


When the cold winter passes,

you will see me,

casting shadows across

the snowdrops

littering the forest floor;

when March brings breezes,

you can find me,

throwing dreams into

the ether,

spreading them

far and wide,

and hoping some of them

find their way back;

the harsh times are

almost gone,

and the passing seasons

are screaming

somewhere in my mind,

yet I will always

pay attention,

watching the world

pass me by.

©️ j.sexton

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