Chaos Matters
The Poetry blog of Nicholas Alexander
Copyright © 2010 by Nicholas Alexander
Wednesday, June 3, 2015
Roll of Seasons
It’s a revolution what it does to the time
how it’s dark at 8am one day and before
you realise it the year unfolds and you see a 5am sunrise
the birds know as the twigs they gather have the right density
the trees know when to grow new leaves
of course the air knows everything
we, the very youngest of things knows more than anything
until a fat meteor smites our face
striking off the very nose with which
we taste the wine or gently pass its bow
in tender moments of affection and how
in the spring you dare the summer opportunity
the autumn contemplations of the dying leaves
the winter’s huddle under skins open fires
so many reasons for the roll of seasons
babies born in winter learn to grow hair quickly
learn to walk and yell out for their share of the blanket
how he has grown old yet nothing changes
like every year how winter comes early
but summer lasts forever
his face disappeared into the sunlight
May 22nd 2015
5:37am
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House of Doors
Out-side
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