Blues In The Winter
This is the time to reflect on your karma,
It’s laws: this to that and choices that suit.
Time to reflect over dharma,
Your flaws; how the causes bear fruit;
This is the time for the un’s and the non’s:
Unflustered, unuffled, non-violent dispute.
Look at continuum’s window of nature:
Trees letting go of their leaves without fuss,
Grieve-less their rustle;
Adjusting to autumn and shortening days
Taking the lengthening rays and not
One mumbled moan about dying awhile.
We, kicking, screaming and dreaming up loss,
Cross out repose,
Our missile
of brightness.
This is the time…
Blues In The Winter 10.4.1995/revised 1.24.2013
Circling Round Nature; I Is Always You Is We; Definitely Didactic;
Arlene Corwin
Arlene Corwin Poetry 