In season


Sweet spring withers winter
Soft light and ancient frost
Rose dawn follows secret night
Dark peace a murmured sanctuary
No soul flowers in lonely shade
But grows in season
To blossom wild
Roots deep in summer earth

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 and on Twitter @SCVincent. Find her books on Goodreads and follow her on Amazon worldwide to find out about new releases and offers. Email:
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8 Responses to In season

  1. A beautiful poem. Reconcile me somewhat with the coming winter. 😉 Thank you, Sue! Best wishes, Michael

    Liked by 1 person

  2. jenanita01 says:

    Almost an almanac of the seasons, Sue…


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