directions :: gladyspeek :: Original Poetry

directions

Succumbing is so numbing amongst the fallen rain.

The fall of seasons turning to the crisp

Of winters cold, bitter yet

Irresistible Relentless call

The darkness always blinding

The bright to dim to see.

Let the clouds above us

Light the unseen land.

Now the South has met the north

The West and East have given their a ‘ do”

Now the sections of the directions

They can and they have met.

To each to each to all they meet

Come to and fro;

Time to pay the directional debt.

Let the darkness light the bright

And night come every so and so

Let the morn’s be crisp and clear

So every day we shall ever meet

Say fare thee well

Say bitter cold has warmed