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Ponder on the Gyres
Most everything
wants to spiral
From snowflakes
to galaxies;
I see it in the
river's flow and
Leaves whipped
from the trees;
Even my own hair
wants to curl
Bending at sixty-five;
Why should it want
such curvature?
I'm glad to be
alive.
Our little Yorkie,
Tobie,
Spins thrice as
he hunkers low
To drop his little
spiral terds
Upon the wind-spun
snow.
Everything wants
to circle
From hawks to hurricanes;
The whole earth
gyres from night to morn,
Then spins it back
again.
Nature adores a
circle;
Her constellations
reel
As season turns
to season,
And bloom to apple
peel.
And I who once
whirled in all this change
Remembering, must
bring it back again.
As I sense in the
returning spring
The start and end
of another ring;
As my own winter
edges near,
I hail the spring
to banish fear.
Gene Pinkney
2/18/04
Copyright 2006 ©
Gene Pinkney
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