It bites with an unrepentant force,
Sinking its gnashers into life’s calm.
Creeps silently to rest on opportunity,
Forcing chills of a harsh north-westerly.
It catches breath by surprise and stealth,
Heart beats race to seek chambers of rest.
No namby-pamby summer breeze to thrill,
Reality grasps pleasantries and casts aside.
Shakes and stirs cocktails of mixed emotions,
Heaving wishful thinking into another zone.
Options surface and cluster towards choices,
This and that were envious of the half-dozen.
Boxed into submission as dawn projected itself,
Neither here nor elsewhere looked most likely.
Facts starred back in a black and white clarity,
The half-way house was almost a worthy refuge.
©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 12/01/2015
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