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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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18 Responses to Turning

  1. Sadje says:

    What a beautiful poem

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  3. jenanita01 says:

    Your poem sounds idyllic and yet incredibly normal, Sue… something that has been missing this year. Will we ever feel that way again?

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  4. Léa says:

    Sue, you know you have gold when it gives the reader across the water, goosebumps! Beautiful.

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  5. Beautiful, Sue… ❤

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  7. Such a beautiful expression of the changing of the seasons and the passage from one phase of life to the next.


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