It announces itself in muted shades of light –
returns from nowhere
to stretch taut skin of summer into shadows
to shed above baked earth
that hears tangled webs of parched root
whisper need for change.
Autumn stands solemnly
with hands to deliver last rites;
pulls down mist to lay moist sheets
on musty carpet, wraps a blanket
of cold around the body
of winter, locks life like a vice
until sharpened light of spring
signals release.
And the promise
of new beginnings on March winds
that arrive back
from the other side of nowhere.
Paul Waring is a retired clinical psychologist who once designed menswear and was a singer/songwriter in several Liverpool bands. His poems have appeared in journals/sites including Reach Poetry, Eunoia Review, The Open Mouse and are forthcoming in Clear Poetry and Amaryllis. He recently returned from living in Spain and Portugal and continues to enjoy being re-acquainted with the wonderful variety of nature in Wirral and other parts of Britain. His blog is https://waringwords.wordpress.com.
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