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Once More Into the Void

This poem tells of four seasons, and of how we continue spinning on and on, through outer space.

It is written in free verse.

Pieter Brueghel the Younger - The Four Seasons
Pieter Brueghel the Younger – The Four Seasons, 1624.

The Earth revolves, and seasons change.
Foliage turns red, brown, orange, and black.
Horses snort. Their breath rises.
Their hooves crunch through fresh snow.
Now the fawns are born.
They are brown, soft as butter, with white spots.
Their legs tremble.
In comes the sun. High overhead,
Its heat leaves the air shimmering.

At the amphitheater, a musician
Mops the sweat from his eyes,
Folds his cloth, and returns it
To his breast pocket. A crowd
Is sitting in the fresh green grass.
He puts the bow to his cello,
Turns to the band, and he calls,
“One more time around!”

By David Murphy

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