There is a breath between seasons.
A gasp of release, the unwrapping of air
stretching over, reaching out to the beyond.
A passing absence fades into misty footsteps,
where shadows meet, blending with voices
in a breeze of change.
Forcibly, like tides and the passage of rivers
we accept the silence of what happens until the
unfolding of the new attracts us.
….and yet,
dark remains unchangeable, stars bristle like
white fire burning in the infinite black and
angels remain untouchable as the seasons
swell and recede without command.
Roger Singer 