Some years lush autumn
plunges into winter rattling
like a hollow chest
yet longing for succor from
roseate spring’s titillating
poetry tumbling streams of
language and cavorting syntax
drawn to the earthy fragrance
of life-affirming decay
for months the vague sour
drench and crunch
coat a drab wooly world
approaching unknowingly
a seasonal crossroads
and thirsting for light until
winter finally satiated seceeds
(c) 2018, by Hannah Six
Image: Gwen and James Anderson
Signposts at crossroads, Slap o' The Gask
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