Seasons Changing

Still, yet moved —
I stand, watching the grass sway,
Sensing my neck-hair
Dance to the same rhythm
Of seasons changing,
Feel its embrace,
“Move on.
The world will be alright.”

Daunting silence falls
And life skips a beat.
I hold my breath,
Bracing for the
Merciless encore —
Standing tall
At storm’s edge,

“Ready or not,”
It screams.
“Here I come.”

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