Winter
A waiting game
Every day seems the same
Winter
A waiting time
Waiting for weather to be fine

Earth holds her breath
During many short days
More long nights
And a rationing of light

Half the world held hostage
In suspense
Balanced on a knife-edge
Ledge of death

Until one day
When karma comes
Like a microwave
Radiating
Inside out
From the middle of the riddle
From the center of space
From the middle of the air
To everywhere

A sigh of relief
On half the globe
A sense of levitation
And deep appreciation
For the change
While the other half
Tenses in apprehension
Of their change
Sean Hunt  Dec 31st 2016

Constantly falling
      But always on my face
World keeps turning
      And I'm running in place
Stuck in this hell hole
      But I can help others out?
I end up back where I was
      Just every time, a different rout
Questions unanswered
      Lost state of mind
The untold truths
       The streets beautifully unkind
Sleepless nights dark and cold
      Long days fuelled by caffeine
While the rest of you be moving on
      I'll probably be stuck in 2016

Stop
Be still
Mental movement
In the mind
Must cease
Now and then
And then again
Now and then
Until thought
Can be stopped
At will
We must learn
To be still

Sean Hunt  Jan 1st 2017

I'm waiting for the sun to rise;
going to cut these worldly ties.
Remembering summer reveries,
The autumn chill, the falling leaves.

Look at how we both have grown;
change for all the time we've blown.
Remembering the winters snow,
the stars above, the ground below.

Lets atone for throwing stones;
we can mend the broken bones.
Remembering that spring revives;
brings new light to cloudy skies.

Wasting my day again
Over thinking
All my problems
And asking myself
How I can fix them
Instead of acting
I'm stuck in a loop
Thinking...