Season

 

House holds

its breath,

 

sighs out

the seasons

 

whisper of

lost memory

 

passing of the

centuries

 

like minutes.

 

Time holds

my hand

 

these kisses

that I knew

 

our love

so all consuming

 

has faded

to a smile

 

a passing

touch.

 

Yet spring is

in my haiir

 

the breeze

untangles

 

knots & hasps

it leaves us

 

open.

 

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