pacifying ancient waves
it’s getting late
midwinter
the cold more than snow
wearing on me
like the moon
weighs on the ocean
the gods tell me
life is long
but there’ll be no spring
so I accept
the premise
and shift my focus
southern sun sings
lullabies
shushing darkened clouds
transforming
extreme thoughts
into peaceful waves
january two thousand seventeen
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I so love this, Matthew!!
Thank you, Dana, elated that you do.
Excellent poem … I love the imaginary involving seasons and cyclical changes, as the waves come and go…. sending best wishes. 😀
Thank you for your comments, Amalia, I’m glad you enjoyed this one. Best wishes right back at you.
La, c’est la vie. How we cope with aging, you seem to find an answer with your words…lovely poem.
thank you very much