Seasons Turn Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Seasons Turn



My days prolonged,
my nights were short
—my history caught between

Judgment coming
fast and swift
—to escape is then to dream

All time distorted
memory fried
—the past is but a whim

Old lessons spurned,
the seasons turn
—new forces pull within

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July,2018)

Saturday, July 21, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: seasons,time
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