I love this poem, even though there were no references to donuts or churros. At least, it didn't make me hungry! Seriously, Mark, this is excellent work. The repetition in the beginning was effective. The metaphor of seasonal change was spot on. I've noticed that shortly after the leaves fall from the trees, buds appear long before spring arrives. Winter is just a preparation for another spring. Life happens in the present moment, never in the past or future. Peace, brother.
"Amid relentless battering by profiteers of misery, Amid perpetual cries of hopelessness from those who long to impose it, Amid the heralding of desperation and fear..." We all feel it Mark. We are all asking these unanswerable questions. We just wait.And hope.
I love this poem, even though there were no references to donuts or churros. At least, it didn't make me hungry! Seriously, Mark, this is excellent work. The repetition in the beginning was effective. The metaphor of seasonal change was spot on. I've noticed that shortly after the leaves fall from the trees, buds appear long before spring arrives. Winter is just a preparation for another spring. Life happens in the present moment, never in the past or future. Peace, brother.
Thank you, K.C. So true about the present being all we have.
Nature is the fingerprint of God.
Excellent question, Mark.
Of course, it does, and prepares for its return.
That is the hope I hold onto.
"Amid relentless battering by profiteers of misery, Amid perpetual cries of hopelessness from those who long to impose it, Amid the heralding of desperation and fear..." We all feel it Mark. We are all asking these unanswerable questions. We just wait.And hope.
What is life without hope? 🤓
“Can the heart clock spin backward to a time of anticipation?”
Last night at yoga our teacher challenged us in a difficult pose to “sit with the anticipation of release”!
How cool to read that line in your poem this morning!
Cool coincidence. Or was it? 😉🤓
That was a great poem, Mark!
Thank you, Kim. 🤓
We remember seasons the longer they last. In Canada, winter stays around most of the year...
Nine month of winter and three months of bad sledding. 😉
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Thank you, Jack. 🤓