Seasons drape the shadows of life

The dark corners

Shade of ancient oaks

They hide they protect

 

Armour against doubt and dread

Seasons drape the shadows of life

Occlusion’s illusions remain

Wind borne particles scurry away

 

Stripped bare winter’s rough hands

Steal from fall, spring and summer all lost

Seasons drape the shadows of life

There is finality in stillness

 

Age and time’s pretty knowledge

Blown down the ground’s raw edges

Coughing retching nothing left

Seasons drape the shadows of life