Folio

As We Pass the Blinking Bushes

Angela Fields

A time that will turn upside-down the chaos that was so close to a calm. It

bashes about before a black winter night and begins a season of spring. By then

borrowed newness will soon grow old and melt into a season of summer, spent

crazy days and sleep lazy nights under a twin of the dark. Backwardly turning the

colors to a dizzy display flaunting with the fancy frenzy and rush. So the

cycle rolled again and I say to myself I lived through a year of calendar pages,

December through January, as we pass the blinking bushes.