Passage

Passage

Old and new perceived as true the seed begins unfolding,

suffocating tempered earth gives birth and breath in molding.

Days begin to fall and spin a thousand dead leaves crackling,

roots weakened branches worn storms that continue passing.

 

Sky brings wind as life brings sin, outside in accepts the burden,

God and grey pass the day and no one is left to console them,

when leaves stripped bare expose the wear and cold remains surrounding.

Branches thin intent of men reach to beg redemption,

but vast the quiet winter’s night unaware things never mentioned.

-jay

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