99poems/otherside

WOODS

I feel winter more keenly
than I used to.
Perhaps because its truth
waits in front of me,
at the other side
of the woods,
where I circle myself,
trying to learn.
If life is our creation
how can I make mine
eternal spring?

Ground fog rises
through the oaks.
I shudder
and stiffen,
dreaming hyacinths
forced in blue
vases.

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