transition

                                                                                              for RB

this tranquil January morning

impressions of cold grey sojourns
in the windy silence

redolent of rain
          wet earth
                    and mourning lonely

after the crowds have gone

the human spirit surrounds one like vapor

             tasteless

and all that’s good consumed by hungry earth

now the flame of mind’s dispersed

Fall away Fall away

buried beneath winter's mast

like a leaf from an earlier slaughter

the hollow shell of a nut

food for worms

darkens the day
senses fade
experience denied

when the scent of mown grasses
the touch of wind on skin
the color green
no more delight

only then

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