It is the time of grey skies and dead brown grass along the roadsides. The time when the trees are seen shivering, their limbs quivering in their nakedness. When even many of the evergreens drip down brown, bloodied from the lethal knife wounds of a sharpened frenzied freeze as they sag into their deaths. Yes, it is that time of year when I yearn for the green of spring, for limbs to wrap myself within, for a renewal of promises I once longed to make. The time of year when I empty forty years of myself.
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A Time of Transition

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Sing softly to me
Among the verdant trees
Of our youthful revelry,
Where memory sins
With aging fire,
Lightning to a soul’s dark soil,
Giving fire life within
As your song soothes
An aging heart.