Seasons
Kim Delledonne
Sprinkling showers cleanse the air
and form a refreshing breeze,
birds are flying overhead
and perching in the trees,
the flowers meant to bloom in April
finally show in May,
and I lie with my mother
on a blue, newborn day.
Water glints off ocean waves,
mirroring the sun,
children frolic free from parents,
having childrens' fun,
the air is still, a humid warmth
has settled on the bay,
and I sit with my lover
on a yellow, lazy day.
A brisk wind rises, tossing leaves
which mingle with the rain,
coats and sweaters stored last March
are now pulled out again,
school has started, children jump
in puddles along the way,
and I sit with my family
on a golden, chilly day.
The wind is blowing forceful gales
of hail and snow and sleet,
the coldness penetrates my head,
my hands, my legs, my feet,
the grass has died, the trees are bare
the leaves have blown away,
and I sit all alone here
on a grey and barren day.
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