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Melancholy Ode by Doug Tanoury I have come to see That love has seasons All it own, Of great growth and warmth And deep dormancy and coolness Quite apart and independent Of what I want or will. And I think seasons have meaning Only in their changing, The sweetness of summer Awakens on January mornings, As I now see us Not based on what we are, But on what we once were. So let these lines of melancholy verse Mark this changing season, The bare trees and gray grasses, The iced-over silence That falls betweens us When we meet And all the words unspoken For us in this season Of restraint and holding back, Of dormant longings, Long pauses And periods of quiet resentment Between us that will no doubt grow Like springs flowers Into abundant regrets In some future season. |
