poem: ciaran boyce

Next Season Comes

A never ending
will to change
placed with all other
little intentions

Can feel
out of reach
out of body 
even

If there’s patience 
beyond feeling overcome
there is change
in nothing done

But to wake in repetition
so the stuff of difference
can work unseen
over three whole months. 

Yes, change
in some shape, in some form
by the time
next season comes. 

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about the poet: ciaran boyce

Ciaran writes to reflect the simple things in his world that for years he took for granted. He writes as a way of learning to appreciate the beautiful simplicity of life that mostly goes unnoticed. He draws great inspiration from where he lives in the northwest of Ireland, and loves to help people find deeper meaning in their life and work when they get stuck.

www.ciaranboyce.ie