Fay Slimm.

Unsung

 

 

Unsung.

 

Each season bequeaths measured remembrance as landscape
slides from sleep to resurgence.

Winter\'s kiss does not leave the white throat of rooted fingers
death-locked beneath frozen earth.

 

Spring never neglects to coat earth with flowered embraces of
paler courtship\'s poppy touches.

Summer\'s fierce arms heat to a crisp with frenetic passion for
blitzing neglect of grave-marked hush.

Autumn\'s relief calms as colourful carpets spread with leaf-fall 
bidding the brave to rest again.    

           Former lost unions bestow no relief until love discloses diverse             
seasons of unsung vibrations.