SUMMER 2010

Contrasting Seasons

Sondra Ball
Mickleton MM

It is spring.
But today November lies inside:
the sky
grey and lavender, bare branches veining;
earth staining
all brown; the gardens gone.
My bones
feel like saying good-bye.
My innocence dies.
Despair encases my heart and brain.
I claim
nothing but dusk. The first snow
wildly blows
inside me. Yet the first bees wing;
and it is spring.

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This first appeared in The Last Autumn Leaves and is copyright © 2009 Sondra Ball. It served as the poem on Sondra’s memorial card. —Ed

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