Second poem in the suite...
"Seasons of Attraction: Winter"
by Neil Mullins
Dawn is gray, and the Winter sun is still below
It will rise clear over a stillborn landscape
I look out over the cold, silent stillness
My eyes search for warmth, in vain, on this plateau.
The bleak longing of my soul touches my bones
During the Winter I accept my reality alone
And I soar over lit windows and smoke;
The North wind ruffles through my wings evermore.
And yet I also observe from above this snowy waste
New growths of grass and leaves are springing up, with due haste.
Could it be, that from frozen streams and ground
Warmth in abundance, which melts the snow, can be found?
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