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One day or day one.
Move on to the next big thing,
before you're out of time.



Muhammed E. K.  ☾  🅴  ✩
© LIGHT IN THE DARKNESS POETRY

I’ve always loved
The brutal honesty
That comes with winter.
It is, finally, every part of
Creation laid bare.
The trees become black silhouettes
Against a grey sky,
The sky is granted permission
To release all of its fury,
And members of mankind
Are brought face to face
With one another
As they try to hide
From the cold winter winds.
Even in its cruelty,
Winter drives us together,
And that, in this world,
Is a kindness.

Weeping willows wail, wondering why winter walked away without wanting to wave goodbye.



Wintry winds and wild whispers weave their wishes in wantoness. While I watch warmth wrap my wrist and well-built waist.



Warm, warm, waveless waters.

Whist, windless wornout weather wins.

Words are like flowers
Ephemeral and beautiful
But cut short is their life
Once they leave the lips
It becomes the duty of action
To animate them into fruition
With persistence and grace
To keep them alive long after they’re spoken
And seasons change

From the falling of leaves
To the settling of snow
Trapped in winters grip
‘Til spring came to thaw
We’ve spoken many words
Fleeting and playful
With passion to match

Much like the flower
Flames can be evanescent
If left unattended
Yet in your absence
The light abounds

Summers soft warmth
Will hold us tight
As we hold each other
And brace for the chilled breeze of fall
To blow us back to October
To our first hellos
Without goodbye in sight

sleight of hand season
will not be reasoned with
brumal upheaval

molded ***** sky
broody welling grey udders
rain to be cast or snow ?

muddied skies muffle
clarity that was winter
season blots