SeasonsA Poem by Tasha
Sweat glistened off my forehead
Tank top on Shorts on Sandals on But why was I still burning My hair ignited into flames The light flickered in my eyes I squinted Summer The leaves rained on my face Oranges, Yellows, Reds, Browns It was a race A race to see who could make it to the ground faster I looked up Up into the pouring leaves I knew that as soon as they touched the ground They would eventually rot and die But did they know this Fall Dead Everything is dead Where are the singing birds The jumping squirrels Even the trees were dead I walked out The coldness stung my face My warmest clothes on I could still feel the bitterness of the wind Winter I sat under the shady tree Listened to the noises of nature The buzzing of the bees The chirping of the birds The energized squirrels chased each other Even the tiny ant seemed enlivened Flowers bloomed Nature was full of life But why wasn't I The rain came pouring down Washed away the tears from my eyes Spring
© 2012 Tasha |
StatsAuthorTashaALAboutI love to read and write, and I suspect so do many of you. I started writing on Friday, May 27, 2011. I have the dates on everything I've ever written, don't ask why. I started reading, according to m.. more..Writing
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