Premonition
The sun has never seemed so warm and bright,
The grass and trees have never looked as green
As in this calm September morning light,
But something else is with me, though unseen:
A polar wind that blows by, harsh and keen,
And leaves me feeling numb, alone, and ill
As I envision what that gust will mean:
Green leaves and grass to wither in its chill,
Gray snow to bury all, black ice to freeze the kill.
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George J. Dance, 2017
from Logos, and other logoi, 2021
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George J. Dance biography
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George J. Dance biography
Cycle of seasons? Or worse things to come? Reading the news of the day, I would think the latter.
ReplyDeleteI like that interpretation.
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