Water and stone
Skin and bone
Life and death
Together or alone
Even as cold wind blows above fields freshly coated in a light dusting of white snow
The smell of spring is already being prepared in the soil below
Even as the sun shines down above blistering blacktop coated in fresh lines of white paint
The leaves are preparing themselves for the inevitable descent to the apathetic earth below
There are always two sides
A contrast to be found
A dark and a light
An up and a down
There is always time
Whether observed or unseen
Subjects and objects
And the distance between
Objects, and the Distance Between Them 
I always love reading your outstandingly worded poems, your imagery is beautifully crafted.
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Thank you, as always Ivor. I will need to listen to this more closely and reflect on it. I greatly appreciate the recommendations that you provide for music and writing.
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Another wonderful piece of poetry from you. I love the juxtaposition of the two season and the intimation that spring’s gestation is already present and dependent upon the harbingers of winter.
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Thank you so much. I really enjoyed writing this. There is a notion that nothing is ever really destroyed, it just changes… Everything is interconnected and the boundaries between are not always as clear as we might think.
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I love that notion..
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I really like the last stanza of this. The rhythm of the cycle comes through.
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Thank you, Ali! I also enjoyed those lines; writing them as well as the result. 🙂
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Wow. I love the imagery this post created. Really well done
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Thank you very much!
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