Wednesday, 6 January 2010


The Almanac’s annual end returns
to start its circling seasons
once again
and in the whirlpool’s spirals
casts its soul.
As circle’s life completion
lies in its conception,
time, ironic, takes its Spring
from Winter’s frosted grave.
So here is read,
in winter’s whitest depths
the annual end
where life is newly made.

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