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Awareness of the Moment

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By George Piggott

Tired of the long dark winter, the snow, wind and rain,
I closed my eyes to rest awhile, then opened them again,
To spring abounding far and wide, with joy, it filled the air,
Rich and green with mayflower scent, of this I was aware,
To glimpse a fleeting visit, a blessing once a year.
I blinked my eyes and it was gone, replaced by summer flowers,
Birds in song and butterflies that danced the sunlight hours,
I stretched, then yawned, and gave a sigh, as I lay there in the sun,
When suddenly I realised change, the autumn had begun.
A tapestry of coloured leaves was massed upon the ground.
How sad they fade so quickly, lost before they’re found.
The body gave a shiver, the days were getting cold,
Or had it felt a moment’s fear, of body growing old?
The mind in endless wonderings as seasons come and go,
Is unaware of time in flight, as I watched the falling snow.

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