good late-evening (and 5 minutes before i am in bed, ready for sweet sleep, yay!)
so i thought i'd written a sonnet earlier, but cheated it out of four lines (messy handwriting, whoops)...making it a...Sonnetette? it's about seasons of depression, sorrow, etc.
Uncovering the rhythmic undertow
The seasons change again--and this you know--
But deeper down, beneath the drying leaves,
Unfolding hibernations, hidden griefs
That surface--though remaining unperceived--
In disappearing acts and taking-leave,
No reason given, vanished like a thief--
These times of solitude distrust relief.
I've sensed eternal winter (rarely spring)
Yet, after all, found life where death had been.
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