Once upon a time in Suburbia
Now is the time of smaller things;
of side-stepping big questions
and giving parents
answers they don’t want to hear.
This is a season of listening
to unspoken truths
that only nature and
a rested soul can divulge.
A sojourn to self
where mirrors are covered
to tame lightning
and lullabies are softly sung.
So fold me away for quieter times.
Wrap me in fresh brown paper,
or cover me in straw and
lay me down with the tortoise.
We will meet again at Awakening,
drunk again with the beauty of life.
There will be a jubilee
and you shall be crowned its Queen.
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