Tuesday, January 19, 2016


I sputter at the wind and rain encompassing the day
The daily intransigence of the walking wounded way
The benefice is stripped away, transcendence is undone
The weary walk on sandy shore, the sparkles are for none

A pause is felt
The winters melt
Perception has its say
The tide is low
The heart does know
That summer's come to stay


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