Poem: Transition

Beyond the houses
Where nature performs

 The woods are full of motion
Nature’s cusp, a tree wearing
Rugged, grey, deep etched bark
Discharges a spectrum of coloured leaves

 It offers a fusion of sorts
An explosion of dying and the living
With promises of new life
In a future season

 A bird swoops down
To carry away an acorn
Containing a complete new life
In a tiny seed

 In the grace of silence
We hear nature’s crisp sounds
Of bursting, ripened seed pods.

 Hazel Ross

Letters to the Editor

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