The bench

Under the multicolored sky

Sits the wooden bench

Having endured the rain and shine

Of travellers who came and went.

The cold hearted Winter

Blasting her anger on the panels,

The jovial Summer 

Pouring his warmth on the covers,

The happy rain

Chattering day and night

About her conquests.

The wise old September awaits

As the wooden panels of his heart creaks

Awaiting the next traveller,

Awaiting the visit from his old friends

As Seasons come and go,

Leaving memories for the future days.

Reviews

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

I really enjoyed this poem and how it reflects the changing seasons. Thank you for sharing your poem with us.