seasoned.


s3

I live in autumn
mellow glows
and
f r a g m e n t s
they flow
they blow
yellow throws
shedding of own
stripped of known
n a k e d
the in-between
the whispered dreams
n i g h t m a r e s
a fallen breeze
the crawling cold
and deepening roots
when winter’s profuse
i decline
i am ice
as
the season changes overnight
who might warm?
who might birth?
the florals of my girth
they flow
they blow
they
d i s p e r s e
goodbye earth
hello snow
a white unknown
f l a k e s
they
fall
the layers of old
they melt
they’re felt
the layers of old
gold no more
they fold
they fall
a blanket
a wall
in hot steam
the lost dreams
i am seasoned
cycling through motions
and the emotions
but
i am not bound
i am free
you cannot glean
the pieces of me
now
as colours streak
the sky a sink
i drain
i pale
no blood in cheeks
my life
my love
not temporary
not passing
like these seasons
like these externalities
i am seasoned
salt
light
not one with the wind
or one with the sea
not one with the sky
or one with the trees
but one with the one
who is inside of me
the Lord
the unchanging one
of hope
of grace
of victory

s1

the season shifts
the sun comes with a kiss
sonshine

Respond from the Heart

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