So suddenly, Summer
Was ripped out
from under,
and Fall finally fell.

Quickly Fall fled
from blust’ry Winter
Hiding ‘neath leafy bed,
Alias, Autumn Blizzard.

But frozen earth broke,
Buckled and swayed,
Evergreen evoked
Under blossoms’ weight.

‘Tis a dismal arc
From dark to day,
May, June to March,
From bright to grey.

Through all that’s bleak,

It is sunlight I seek.

Clouds corral the weak,

I must reach the hill- the peak.

By JB Morris- Poems, Prose, and Possibilities- mostly about life, sometimes about God, with brief interludes concerning shoe addiction.

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