You Gave Me Spring, I Gave You AutumnA Poem by redzone....putting down my penYou
Gave Me Spring, I Gave You Autumn You
were supposed to wait for me. Your
amber red hair, smelling
of baby shampoo and
the Shalimar you wore, was
musted by the Spring breeze and
I became entangled on
the day we met. There
was something about you, an
aura, the
way the air swayed around you like
a solar flare arcing
far into space sending
its mystery to
affect everything with light. I
picked up my pen that day. It
was a time of changes; Spring,
in shedding its Winter coat, brings
forth a desire for the new, and
we saw newness in
each other. Our
emotions matched to
flower’s colors, swayed
with Cherry blossoms, and
Marigold’s delights; the
greenness of our first kiss. Old
traditions are hard to break. Evolution
is sometimes punctuated by
revolution and
everything is thrown up for grabs. Social
norms burst open, flames
lick the sky, as
people try their best to
create the world anew. It’s
how we have gone from beasts to
consciously human(e). The
tradition of being a man, broke
slowly in me. The
equality we fought for in
the larger world, had
not yet reached my heart. I
held on too long. You
had brought me Spring, color, a
vision of a red dawn; while
I brought you Autumn, brownish
leaves, barren
trees and
Winter’s snow. You
left. I
put down my pen that day. Aztec
Warrior/redzone 9.24.20 © 2020 redzoneAuthor's Note
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