Changing Seasons – 23rd July 2004
Sitting down today, I stared
out the window
Everything unchanged
yet something within, altered.
The stirring within of longing
reminisces of past years
gone by.
It smells the stench of
sweat, blood and filth;
basks in the glory,
honour and strife…
Yes, the wolf still exists
in all.
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But as I sipped my tea
to the chirping of the birds,
The pull lessens to a mere
throb when she walks in the room.
Her belly
swollen with hope and renewed strength
as the scent of cherry blossom thickens.
The Autumn of war gone,
The winter of death as left…
Spring, my comrades, spring has finally arrived.
A/N: Doesn't quite matter who's POV this is, any survivor could've thought or felt this way, that's the idea, that it's a universal emotion, if only for the word 'wolf'. This is a little piece to celebrate this little 'book' of poems being nominated for RKRC awards under Poems. A great bit thanks to those who have been supporting this, despite my lack of enthusiasm in updating this year, who wouldn't write with a supportive bunch of people like you? To Missbehavin, Dragons Maiden, XD, Queen of Koorime, Dustyfall and Stealiana: your support and encouragement touches me and pushes me on to continuing this journey. It gets tough and arduous sometimes, but it's made all the more easier knowing that you're behind me. And to the mysterious person who nominated me for the prestigious award: Won't you just tell me why you did it, cos I can't think up a reason for that!! Thanks for everything!
Haruko