Contributor: Scott Thomas Outlar
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Black laced sky
swallowing itself
as the Ouroboros
devours another season
Spring has come
and gone
leaving a harvest
of fruition in its wake
Sun primed and ready
to lift its fiery head
on high
in a Summer Solstice rise
Ash to ash
dust to dust
these worries
are washed away in the flames
Lay down and rest
the sorrow is over
light is a salve
of new beginnings
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Scott Thomas Outlar hosts the site 17Numa where links to his published poetry, essays, and fiction can be found. Stop by, say hello, and drop him a line...he loves to connect with new people.
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