Pale Shadows and seasons - poem

 Lawrence Hall

A re-write and re-post of an older poem:

 

Pale Shadows and Seasons

 

Pale shadows and seasons and leaves drift by

The slanting sun of February falls

With merciless mortality upon

Our weak attempts to prepare for spring

 

The leaves we mulch today mulch us tomorrow

The roses we prune in anticipation of June

Await the night when we are pruned for them

While the wolf pack keens beneath the ancient moon