Rosh Hashana Time

August 31, 2021 § Leave a comment

I do not see the seasons change, so divorced am I from nature here.

But I feel it, in the air and sea temperature.

Here I am again, body full of love and hope, blind to my fragility and my mortality,

Expecting winter on a breeze.

My back stiffens, my shoulders shiver.

Welcome home, winter.

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