A Change of Seasons

The blanket that

Kept us warm

In winter months

Has become

Too heavy

We fold it silently

Touching corner to corner

Fingertip to fingertip

Veiled gaze to veiled gaze

Wondering how long

Our heat, our scent

Our glow shall linger

Hidden in its fibers

Stools on tabletops

Legs toward the ceiling

Like helpless insects

On their backs trying

To upright themselves

In vain - a faulty design

Wouldn’t you say?

Outside the traffic lights

Are blinking with

Tired amber eyes

Stuck between 

Stop and go

“Coming right up,”

The waitress says

With a smile

The diner walls

Echo our silence

While we wait

For unseen hands

To prepare an omelet

Folded in on itself

Corner touching corner

Drowning in its own

Delicious essence

That we’ve lost the appetite for

Reviews

[Andrew Nelson Stewart]

Speaks of insomnia in way of comprehending silence yet battling demons during unbearable nights from the line "Outside the traffic lights
Are blinking with
Tired amber eyes
Stuck between stop and go
Stuck between stop and go." Contemplating silence between whats real and not real in a sense we are all fleeting an existentialism feeling. I felt what goes on in everybody mind " everyday hits us like a train" and you write beautifully touching sentimentality in unique ways of trying to capture what every writer wants peace. The battle everyday of a waitress job and how unappreciative everyone has become and immoral to people's empathy. " Be patient and tough, someday this pain will be useful to you." Ovid.... Keep writing sincerely your friend in writing and life

[Laz K.]

Thank you very much for reading this poem and commenting. "Be patient and tough, someday this pain will be useful to you." I love this quote; thank you for sharing.

[Andrew Nelson Stewart]

sure thing man. Writer to writer keep fighting the battle even though silently we can say .

[Marina]

Sharing breakfast in silence with a lover where love no longer lingers. Not so much a change of seasons as the ending of one and its passage into an enduring winter. Interesting poem on the inevitable endings of relationships that we all endure. 💛

[Laz K.]

We endure, as we must...(sigh)
Thank you for the insightful comment.

[Tania Mo]

I could feel the room get uncomfortably warm and them avoiding gazes as they rush to the window, door or balcony for fresh air. Apart.

[Laz K.]

You have an active imagination.
No surprise though - you're a writer after all. :)
Thanks for stopping by.

[Chris Shaw]

Well composed lines here. The cooling of a relationship. Not a season to look forward to. A sensitive write about loss of love and togetherness.

Chris

[Vertigo Cat1111]

I really love this one, one of my favorites for sure. The imagery and the symbolism is spot on and perfect. I love the comparison of the blanket and then the omelet, it all works so perfectly together, and even the waitress add so much. The detail in this is absolutely beautiful and wonderful.

[Laz K.]

Thank you for your very kind review.
It is much appreciated.