Seasons Still

Warm – reflections – crystals in the sun

Death – life – seasons still.

∞

Submitted as part of “National Poetry Writing Month – 2017” (#NaPoWriMo2017).  Today’s prompt:  write a poem with a secret – in other words, a poem with a word or idea or line that it isn’t expressing directly. The poem should function as a sort of riddle.

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