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Winter by Alison Hill

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Restless

Just a mood,
the succulence of spring awakening senses,
almond trees against school railings, marking time.

Just a thread,
a telephone wire stirring up history, a spring itch
to seek out truths long buried; dark, restless bulbs.

Just this:
a soft pink sky cushioning bare trees and parakeets circling.
And all of us, scattered, treading on those secrets,
hoping they will not seed.

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2 thoughts on “Winter by Alison Hill”

  1. A well-structured poem that captures the ambivalences of how we feel & deal with our lives and especially periods of transition. Love this bit: ” a spring itch/ to seek out truths long buried; dark, restless bulbs.” Thanks. And the photo works well to suggest the push-pull mix of seasons & emotions.

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