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Enigma Issue 11: Poem - The Circle-Makers

by Mavis Vigay
Circle-Makers
 
I saw old Time amongst the ripening corn.
He stood with scythe and hour-glass, touched with light.
So vigilant was he,
He waited there to see
The green and swelling grain turn gold and bright.

 
He must have seen the movement in the crop -
The sudden fall and swirling to the ground
Of stalks of growing corn
That in the light of dawn
Showed clearly where a circle could be found.

 
Old Time, he is a circle-maker too.
The seasons run from spring unto the spring,
And what has gone before
Will yet be seen once more.
In circles there's no end to anything.

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