the poetry knook :: the poetry of stephen m. james :: indianapolis, indiana » family_tree http://www.tpkpoetry.com the poetry of stephen m. james Fri, 28 Mar 2014 01:04:39 +0000 en-US hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.8.3 Through the seasons, changed http://www.tpkpoetry.com/poetry/through-the-seasons-changed/ http://www.tpkpoetry.com/poetry/through-the-seasons-changed/#comments Mon, 30 Nov -0001 00:00:00 +0000 If my seeds of friendship never planted,
and I became a jobless dust bowl upon the plain,
if I was the last leaf to fall from my family tree,
and I, homeless, fell upon the roadside snow,
I’d sing with weathered lips,
“He is here. . . He is here. . . .”

Through the seasons, changed–
coalesced by Nature and my nature,
unable to hold my own, beholden to only one
comforting me in this melange of madness.

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