Seasons

This is a poetic journey of the reader in the circle of life which draws parallels to nature's seasons. After all, you do have to become one with nature.

Seasons

Life is a journey, and this is an undeniable truth
On this journey, we meet fellow wayfarers
Some meant to be acquaintances
While others, mere passing clouds
What we do not see instead is how
These people are like the seasons that come and go

When you have nobody, and when things get lonely
Just like a forsaken path on the road of your journey
You see nothing, just a barren expanse going on and on
Roasted by the sun, without mercy for your delicate thoughts
As you thirst for company, but there’s none to be seen
Just one person you wish to see, like a drop in a canteen

You trod along, holding your own against the cruel world
But you don’t realize you have to be burnt to shine like gold
Once you are glittering, for all to see
That’s when you know you’ve made it far
You see people clamoring to get your attention
As they strive to be a part of your journey and ascension

And so, you agree and you march along
With your motley crew, you think you are very strong
You only see the peak that is ahead
But not the peril that lies on the path
Like a leaf that falls from a strong tree during the autumn
You fall as your very aides push you to the bottom

Beware O child, for life is not all that bright
For every day is followed by night
What you need to worry about, however, is not the pitch black
But the twilight and the dusk that set in before
As a prologue to the dark that is yet to come
The winds change, and the shadows wait for you to succumb

The air gets chilly, and your path too bleak
Leaving you to fend for yourself, tired and weak
You have nothing to be worried about, you tell yourself
Little do you know the nature of man, or you’d be safe
You were too naïve, too trusting of the ones by your side
You never realized, they were plotting all the while

For that is the way humans are, calculating and cruel
When you are shining like the sun, you trust them like a fool
The ones you knew were all but riding your coattails
As a means to go ahead while you bit the dust
You connected with everyone when you shone like gold
Now you realize, not only the air but also your heart is cold

You tell yourself, this cold night too will pass
When you lie in the coffin, made of ice instead of glass
You fail to realize that you have not seen everything
Your life will not be cut so short because of setbacks
Just like life always springs after the cold is gone
You will look up at the sky, and see hints of dawn

As you trod your path, with your lessons learned
You will not trust others easily after being beaten to the ground
But as you keep going on, you experience life
And that gives you the resolve to start accepting others again
For even though you think the grass is greener on the other side,
It is better to have grass than a barren hillside

And that is how you form bonds as you walk life
You know that there is goodness abound, but also evil rife
You learn to trust some and stay on guard with others
Both of these, however, shape your entire journey
As you reach the end, you look back and realize
‘Life has its seasons too’, you smile as the light leaves your eyes

Author's Note

I have returned to this forum after about a year or so. I really hope you like what you read, and that each person can have a different view on this based on their own personal life experiences. Also, it is a bit longer than what I pen.

Reviews

[Tiffany K Charles]

Nice use of analogies. The metaphor that life is like seasons is very well put. Maybe you should post more often...............

[jesserose99]

Really like the analogy to season's here. So right, people come and go, they put you through nightmares and joy, but it is always the journey pushing you forward that brings people to you. It's all about balance. Beautiful

[wordman]

i really liked it,you laid it out well,,our whole existence is in seasons

[.]

I enjoyed the write. Well written and very descriptive. Even though the theme is one i have read quite a few times on this site before. Seems like many do believe that life is like the changing of the seasons, so there will be many who will relate to this piece.

From my experience, i have found many people do tend to inhabit the colder seasons and keep them endlessly on call within. They would rather not have faith and trust than to give themselves to the warmth.

A well constructed, well imagined piece on a commonly expressed theme. Nice job.

[Coyote Poetry]

Wonderful use of words and thoughts.
Beware O child, for life is not all that bright
"For every day is followed by night
What you need to worry about, however, is not the pitch black
But the twilight and the dusk that set in before
As a prologue to the dark that is yet to come
The winds change, and the shadows wait for you to succumb"
I agree and I loved the above lines. Your words made the reader ponder many things. This is what poetry suppose to do. Thank you Sage for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Sage]

Thank you for being part of this journey. :)

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome. I enjoyed this poem.

[θεά]

This is stupefyingly beautiful! Truthful and I believe whoever reads this, shall be nodding their heads in agreement at every line. People change, people go, and in that process people grow. I love the allegories drawn to nature and especially those to seasons. The meter is top notch and the philosophy aces it for me. The best thing- it doesn't sermonize nor is it a didactic read. Well done. Thanks for sharing.

[Sage]

Glad you liked it. :)