From the archives:

northagain 1061

Snowflakes of memory fall

Kissing the gentle night,

Melting on my skin

In the moonlight.

I remember winter,

Sunlight on frozen hills

When I sought summer

In the pale eyes of spring,

And found the gold of autumn

Waiting in the silence

As the seasons turned.


About Sue Vincent

Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She writes alone and with Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. Find out more at France and Vincent. She is owned by a small dog who also blogs. Follow her at scvincent.com and on Twitter @SCVincent. Find her books on Goodreads and follow her on Amazon worldwide to find out about new releases and offers. Email: findme@scvincent.com.
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4 Responses to Turning

  1. Woebegone but Hopeful says:

    Beautiful homage to the seasons


  2. Too soon. I’m not ready! There will be enough of that white stuff later 🙂


  3. macjam47 says:

    Beautiful, Sue. I love the change of seasons.


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