Annual Tides

A Koan of annual tides
I walk
Bristled by Winter mornings
A gaze
Permuting of the nights that lay fore
A wish
Of the coming of the months turn
Fore we walk
Auld fears foregone; strike away
This
A rote of passing
Some
Most see the Night fly up; scattering stars
She shalt never heed.

Vegard M. Vindheim ©2012

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