TRIP TO WINDSOR CASTLE POEM 18

The sun continues to shine. The season continues to turn. The branches are bare and the shape of the tree becomes wintry and the line of the horizon is stark. If you are lucky you can see the animals scurrying and putting away for the Winter.

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“In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.” Albert Camus

Between Two Turrets

What lies ahead my love?

There is smoke without fire,

And my eyes smart for it.

So what is this burning in your eyes?

The entrance is between two turrets,

The walk is not so very far,

And yet you have not yet breached

The entrance and met me.

Shall we always steal our sighs?

Slipping in and out of each other’s

Circumstance by note and rivalry?

Your lines please me but my pen is parched.

The sheet is dry and the ink wets it,

But a moment, unlike inspiration.

The well quite despairs of our correspondence,

So be quick and make meet our love.

“I think that to one in sympathy with nature, each season, in turn, seems the loveliest.” Mark Twain