The Discovery Poem by Guy Northam
The Discovery
Spindle-bright
Your autumn fruits shone
A sudden locality
And my pace slackened.
So here was Creation, nestling
Brazenly in an avenue
Of dank decay.
A coral-pink eruption
Of yellow seed
To form green boughs
And narrow leaves.
Death around you was blossoming
But you outreached and stopped
The fall,
My decline to winter misery,
To refresh each day my sullen thoughts
With visions of your clarity.
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