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You don't see the moment,
Whatever the story -
Love, treachery, revenge, enlightenment.
You don't see the ending,
Whatever the plot -
Rags to riches, riches to rags then riches again.
Still, something in you knows,
Beneath, that
It's passed,
That something colder will
Occupy the topology
Of all-at-once
Distant summer dreams.
Warmer faces and
Warmer teas will give warm solace
On such sorrow-tainted, snowy eves
When you wander about, wondering
If something new will find you
Beneath the fallen leaves
Dissolving into earth,
Dripping toward seeds
That, yes,
Will find their way through to meet
The sun rising, once the snow
Has melted clear.
YOU ARE READING
The Teapot World
Poetry..more than illustrated poems, a poem-ed series of watercolor artwork by Giulia Neri. For each month of the year one teapot, one scene, with 3 points of view or voices for each.
