. Yet The withered dune grass slumps beneath a sere Gray frozen sky, as winter tag-teams fall And nighttime frost compels the Black-Tailed deer To seek out warmer lairs beneath the tall, Cone-laden Sitka spruce. The screech of jays Intone a requiem for summers past, And fading memories of once-lived days Grieve “might-have-beens” that long-since breathed their last. As chill-red sunsets summon forth the stars And darkness shrouds a world entombed by night, With lidless eyes we carry unhealed scars Of broken dreams and wrongs not yet made right. Yet each new dawn, a-bloom with lightful hours, Will bear the scent of spring, new hope, and flowers. . . James A. Tweedie is a retired pastor living in Long Beach, Washington. He has written and published six novels, one collection of short stories, and three collections of poetry including Mostly Sonnets, all with Dunecrest Press. His poems have been published nationally and internationally in The Lyric, Poetry Salzburg (Austria) Review, California Quarterly, Asses of Parnassus, Lighten Up Online, Better than Starbucks, Dwell Time, Light, Deronda Review, The Road Not Taken, Fevers of the Mind, Sparks of Calliope, Dancing Poetry, WestWard Quarterly, Society of Classical Poets, and The Chained Muse. He was honored with being chosen as the winner of the 2021 SCP International Poetry Competition.