Heart Of The Matter
Pristine Pages
I leave it open now,
Pristine pages,
As yet unwritten,
The diary unfilled,
The book of the New Year,
Lies vacant,
Waiting ….
The winter pages,
Stark and bleak,
I skip to spring,
To islands song,
Flick through the days,
The nights are long,
The summer spree ?
A mystery,
I leave it open,
Wait,
And see,
And autumn ?
Yes, the leaves will fall,
Another year,
To winters call.
Linda Harnett, ©2007
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Pristine Pages
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