"Turnaround" ...

cold grey barrier, absorbs light, refracts it
chill winds, not moving, cut through garments
stark, bleak reality, broken by moist drops
falling to wet surfaces, soon frosted green

that sound, surroundeed in silence, freightens me
the unknown, just nature leaking, or sinister foes
i feel at one, yet apart, a part of that still seen
reminded of other bleak, and much brighter daze

trees, in near distanced oblivion call, away from me
and i hide within, as i go there, to warmer places
distractions around, forgetting to remember, numbs
and we do the hokey pokey, we turn ourselves around ...

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by t.white
© 03-16-1995