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Poetry
Does Autumn Remember Spring?
The years have thickened skin
But the heart remains fragile
Encased in stone
to wall off careless inflictors
It still longs
It still yearns
It still scans the horizon
Amid relentless battering
by profiteers of misery
Amid perpetual cries of hopelessness
from those who long to impose it
Amid the heralding of desperation and fear
The threadbare heart seeks shelter
in the age-old arms of faith, of love, of quiet
Is the assault too great?
Can solace be found?
Can the heart clock spin backward to a time of anticipation?
Are there still as-yet unclaimed mysteries hiding
beneath the tattered blanket of age?
Does autumn remember spring in the face of winter
finding comfort in nostalgia?
Or allow melancholy to seep in
through the cracks in the walls?
Should it rage against the inevitable cold?
Or look beyond to spring eternal?
Does it dare hope?
Or dare not?
The winter skies mask the sun
Seasons change regardless
Nature is cruel in its relentlessness
and kind in its renewal
Will joy come in the morning?
