• David Sunderland


Doubting in the midsummer of my days

Sun high in the sky and rough winds behind

Strength peaked, much learnt, all treasures to find.

Autumn's fruits ahead with Winter to laze;

Blue skies, light clouds, and diminishing haze.

Seasoned to feel what it is to be kind

Seasoned to know when not to be blind

Yet lost darkly and deeply in life's maze.

Eyes opening wide to all flowers around

- higher stems that bend and ceaseless entwine

- or shorter, much fresher, without busy strife.

Learning in limits not far from the ground

Knowing that weather won't always be fine

Pausing, so much more, at wonderful life.

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