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The Process – #JusJoJan

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Falling Away

We had our spring
When everything was fresh and new and blooming.

As summer arrived
Every day was longer and the heat of discord stronger.

As fall approached
Everything burst with the bold colors of possibility.

But winter was coming
The barriers between us foreshadowed the abscission to come.

Suddenly over
We each fell away, severed from one life, one dream, one ideal.

Winter was here
Cold and dark
And temporary.

Spring was coming with sprigs of possibility in her hair.


Written as part of Linda Hill’s JusJoJan.

Prompt word today (abscission) submitted by Lakshmi from Mukhamani.

20 thoughts on “The Process – #JusJoJan”

  1. Spring comes again and again…. with sprigs of possibility in her hair. Reminds me of when I traipse around the woods or my backyard and come in with little sprigs in my hair. Thank you for this hopeful poem.

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