Season Out Of Sync

Closing out the year

Another cycle ends

Weather juxtaposed

Last year’s snow

Winter’s dread

Seasons pay no heed to dates

Carving up the calendar

Each claiming their own stake

Perhaps a ghost, only visiting.

A mystery then. Quiet beauty and inner worlds.

She, lost in thought

I, lost in her.

Was it nothing?

A miscommunication?

Curiosity, or just simple fascination?

I can’t be sure.

A sense of words unspoken.

Burdened with the weight of years.

No simple man of letters

Spirit of the words

Lingering years

Son of Earth

Smoke filling lungs

Spirit of the world

No simple man of letters

Let the pages fox and curl

Dog ear the history

Let it fade

Destroy the concept

Lost in the grey