NaPoWriMo #11: Year on year

Painting by Askel Waldemar Johannessen


Year on year,

Seasons follow in the same rhythm

Spring buds burgeon, blossom, blow in the wind,

Fruit swells and falls,

Leaves unfurl tender green,

Curl dry and red.

Wind turns from the soft west to bitter east,

And snow covers blossom drifts.

We too follow, stretching with the sun,

Shrinking with the winter cold,

Salad days turning

To the dry crackle of winter-bound pools,

And the crisp crunch of dead leaves,

Each time falling a little deeper,

Each time the rebirth a little harder,

Each sunset dying a little longer,

Until the long night without end

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

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