Seasons

Seasons

A 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


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deep emotional read.

Posted 12 Years Ago


gives*

Posted 12 Years Ago


this give a point of view of seasons that isn't commonly expressed i liked it. :)

Posted 12 Years Ago



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Added on July 20, 2012
Last Updated on July 20, 2012
Tags: Seasons, Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter, Hot, Sun, Rain, Cold, Freezing, Dead, Life

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