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A bit of a seasonal piece that's been knocking around a while |
English Summer Wind chimes in the Winter With memories that last As seasons split and splinter Leaving Summer in the past With a sun that comes out rarely Despite how well it shines A silver moon contrary Like wolves, we bay and pine Reflected on the other side The other side of night A sun slid shroud, in clouds it hides So vibrant, out of sight As winter rolls in wetter And the grey rolls into play Sometimes the moon is better Unbridled from the day Still its like a nightmare She canters through the night A gelding bright beyond compare Can fill a heart with fright A stunning sight, a second wind She comes out with the moon Reflected cross the night stars pinned Like glitter 'midst life's gloom Estranging are the reasons So treasonous, the shards The cycling of seasons, The changing of the guards 'tween solstice twinned, such souls are pieced Born, assembled... dressed Rising brightly in the east … Sunk softly in the west Buried 'neath a subtle cross That few could hope to find Marked, interred and scored in loss In seasoned hearts and minds With offers of a rummer's tot Which could have led... Who knows? But that's an English Summer's lot … or more often, how it goes With whispers of a Summer breeze Blown faint through Winter's cold With wind chimes marking times we seized … and things we couldn't hold |