Passage

A slight chink
Left hidden within
The wall that time
Left standing

Hidden among the
Briarwood for none
Who dare to look
To see

Turning

The world stopped
For but a moment
In the midst of
Joy and Yuletide

Stopped spinning
On its tilted axis
Under the shine of
Sun

Drinks and gaiety 
Exchanged as the
New year rang 
True

But left behind
Leaving a barren
Wake
Where spring refused to bloom

Hung in each
Home
A wreath
Long into summer