Citrus Dawn

By J. M. Carlstad

A Citrus dawn

Illuminating reflections

And stark realities

Through aspens of winter

And comfort of spruce boughs

Leads wondering thoughts

Like elusive impressions

Across tidal sands

Reminiscing

An insight

To what was

Freedom of expression

Cobalt clarity

A soul’s respite

In what is my present

Now suppression

And unreality

Surfacing

From truths

Once known

But no longer

Recognized

Bitter sadness

Bids adieu

In migration…

These words

A swan song

And progression

To new phases

Transitions

Reminiscent

Of rejuvenation

And renewal

A phoenix

Once again….