By Crystevin
Date: 6 April 2000
Seasonal
Reality kicks in
like an icy wind across my face
as if on a northern beach on a winter morning
snail like pace
like so many winter mornings
in my life.
The sun sets quickly
and the chill is still
in the air.
I wait for the warmth
of a summer day again,
in the summer days
of my life.
Wrestling with the facts
and arranging them all
in neat little organized compartments
like a shadow box
that details the sunset
the sunset of my life.
New chapters
old schools
hard knocks
played by fools
again a new year
with new seasons
constantly changing weather,
the changing weather
of my life.
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