Turning

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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 was a Yorkshire born writer, esoteric teacher and a Director of The Silent Eye. She was immersed in the Mysteries all her life. Sue maintained a popular blog and is co-author of The Mystical Hexagram with Dr G.M.Vasey. Sue lived in Buckinghamshire, having been stranded there due to an accident with a blindfold, a pin and a map. She had a lasting love-affair with the landscape of Albion, the hidden country of the heart. Sue  passed into spirit at the end of March 2021.
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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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