Seasons {Poem}
The Fall wind blows
All over this urban city
Across the ocean of skyscrapers,
The green leaves of Summer
Blend into colors of Fall.
The change of season brings faith,
But is it really change if it happens
Over and over, time and time again?
Fall is short lived
And quickly it bleeds into Winter,
Jack frost nipping at your skin.
The cold settles in making
A home in your discomfort,
Breath chilled by the air,
Body going numb;
Slowly falling into sleep
And your body it shall slumber
Until the warm Spring’s caress
And promise of warm medicine.
And when the kiss of fate is true,
From your coma do you awaken;
The frost falls off in the form of dew,
Creating a world of sparkles.
The flowers poke out of their dens
Following you in your march,
As you break away from despair to hope
In the form of change.
Maybe change doesn’t have to
Be different every time,
But instead is just the act of
Alteration for the benefit of oneself or others.
Maybe it should be predictable at times,
As a hope for all.
Maybe change shouldn’t have a name,
For what it really is, is just an occurrence
Develops who we are.
This was inspired by my friend Hannah, whom I love dearly
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*pop pop pop pop pop* I like this a great deal... Your poetry has really improved... Good job! Just a note though, the seasons' names are not capitalized...
CALAMARI
2007-11-02 20:08:31
I love your poems! ^_^
FORTHECRAIC
2007-10-24 09:15:37
Hmm... I like this poem, but it's kind of hard for the reader to see without any break. I like it though. ~ann
ANNCHOEVE
2007-10-23 19:42:08