Prospecting

It will bring something new,
from something of old.
what cannot be borrowed
expected, foretold.
In the cool impending
surprise in frost,
not felt through the drought
forgotten but naught.

Embers cool amber
in crimson leaves
blowing to piles
carried by breeze.

Seasons grow time
Cries in the rain
blows the dry windy
to a frozen refrain.

Beginning to end.
living to dying,
memory survives
difference implying
something of old from everything new,
while breathing continues,
hope grows a view.

SadieLu /2011

lovely as always...