in the frost – 12

in springtime, we awoke to love, 
in summer we believed, 
in autumn, we could see the end, 
in wintertime, we grieved 

the seasons of an active life: 
the laughter and the sorrow 
that comes when we're aware that now 
can never mean


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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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