A second poem, after the long break, just to show that I have been writing, and it isn’t all gloom.

Seasons

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Spread of moisture through sponge,

Emptiness pulling from within,

Nature filling vacuums,

Energy equalizing,

Slow spread through soft tissue.

Flowers opening in sunlight,

The first slipping of cells never parted,

Letting go of what grew together.

Fruit ripening,

Sweetness seeping from and towards light,

Mystic of nature’s chemistry,

Changes that bring us back to the start.

Leaves drying

Sap slowing, thinning

Connections gently severed

Carried by a breeze to make room

First for winter.

Then new growth.

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Kampala

2018