‘the mist leaves no scar’ Leonard Cohen

In Seasons’ Change

Wind and hawk fly as one

autumn leaves

change their hue to match the sun

days shorten and shadows stretch towards the horizon

as I live and breathe in rhythm with seasons change;

Long-shadows creep across the earth, chill nights

 fall early in 4 pm twilight

stationary fireflies

as each street light

blinks on…

… cold darkness rolls in

winters’ grasp aches in old bones

and winter-dawnlight holds

no warmth “

– but ah that morning mist, drifting

with softest touch!

The mist leaves no scar, as I

live and breathe in rhythm with seasons change;

An early spring slips in on elusive waves of intermittent warmth

wind and hawk still fly chill winds, but

crested pigeon breaks out his mating dance

–  bush turkey, not one for song and romance

Crashes through shadowy bushes chasing his mate…

dappled patches of sunshine and shade lend a sparkling beauty

to the day, imbued as it is

with the surreal air of merging seasons- winter not yet over

while spring waits impatiently to take the stage…

… summer in line, somewhere beyond the horizon

as I live and breathe in rhythm with seasons change;

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Thoughts & Images – sharonleegoodhand©23 July 2016