Seasons

I grew weary of winter

Her icy hands, frigid breath

The heating bills, the dark sky

I longed for spring to come

 

She came, lovely spring

I loved the flowers; warmth

But then the storms came

And though I love them, I fear

I longed for the season to change

 

Ah, summer walked in in flipflops

Sunbathing and swimming, icecream

Then I turned red as a lobster

And the air conditioner ate my pay

Again, I longed for a new season

 

Slowly Fall descended upon us

In bright leaves and cool breezes

But as the trees began to look dead

Again, I thought of the coming of winter

And looked forward to the newfallen snow.

 

I realize now that all I want

Is the continuance of change

For nothing in life, not even a season

Satisfies always- except, perhaps, love

 

 

Reviews

[Justin Tobey]

A strong and true message in this poem. I love the descriptions of the seasons, and I agree; change is better than any one season or thing. Unfortunately, where I live, we're perpetually in spring, with about 5 days out of the year when it rains. However, this makes me agree with the message even more, because lack of change where I live has made me value it even more. Thank you for sharing this beautiful poem. : )

[Samuel Dickens]

I also love the continuance of change. Each new season excites me as I think of the good things that will come. A lovely poem, Constance. Sam