Seasons – Closet Novelist

The Boundry

Barrier unseen Usually; seasons pass Silently, covert. Yet here before me displayed, Demarcation of a turn.

Through that door How many times In and out Pay no mind The ivy that grew Among the gate Recording the passage Of the date The sultry deep green Of summer high Greeting all visitors Who happen by A slight tinge of yellow Among the leaves Warning of changes Approaching with ease Just know whenContinue reading “Everything”