© 2018 All images copyright Carol Miller

Seasons

Bursting forth from stems asleep,

Young,

Fresh,

Moving 'neath earth reaching light,

Paths Promised.

Branches now green and replete,

Fertile,

Still,

Shaded somnolent dappled bright,

Paths trodden.

Brown orange gold crumpled heap,

Wrinkled,

Changing,

Longed for slumbered peace respite,

Paths hidden.

Bare twisted hidden down deep,

Inactive,

Resting,

Against grey clouded skies contrite,

Paths forgotten.

The cycle continues.

Carol Miller

2018

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