this time of year offers <br />naught for our comfort <br />so it might appear <br /> <br />days draw in. the year <br />seems tired at the thought <br />of doing it all over again <br /> <br />colder as if <br />the heart has said its last <br />and hope itself had forgotten <br />what it's supposed to do <br /> <br />this time of year <br />is a test of mind. a huge <br />seasonal game, thought up <br />by a child's wisdom and <br />suppressed laughter, lips <br />bubbling with love <br /> <br />on a sunny day, this time of year, <br />feel the spring, with <br />suppressed laughter haha caught you <br />stealing in like Dad to your bedroom on <br />Christmas Eve with <br />something the heart hopes for <br />but didn't expect it would get this year <br /> <br />pull this cracker with me <br />and a little present falls out <br />wrapped in a curl of timeless... <br />here, read it for yourself<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/palinode-for-an-equinox/
