Now is the
time
Of sullen
winds
And scudding
clouds
Glowering
in their gloom
This time
of surly discontent
When dying
leaves
With mob
mentality
Congregate to
wither and decompose
It is the
time
When pools
of puddles
Lie in
languid disarray
Shallow mirrors
of reflecting grey
This time,
when love
With thoughtless
haste
Comes bursting
through
Untimed,
unseasonal, insistent
It is the
time, when tender shoots
Of quivering
hope and love’s anticipation
Burst with
rainbow ferocity
On monastic
routines
This time
when
Sacred rituals
of security
Implode with
rebellious disarray
And risk
winks in invitation
It is the
time
This moment,
The unseen
second
That invites
me
Yes, now is
the time
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