SeasonalShifts~

Autumn pushes me into dormancy

dry edges in burnt orange

pressed between silent pages

Winter locks me in an icicle shell

rime breath in interlocking snowflakes

decorate the panes of glass I build around my soul

Spring coaxes the seedlings on my windowsill

buds reaching through the hard casing

of ruptured ice which has become my skin

Summer bleeds the chill from my bones

sunshine bask on a mesa

my season is the color of red clay

 

Author's Note

~a simple little poem dressed up around the autoimmune disease of rheumatoid arthritis~weather/barometer/humidity severely affect inflammation~dry summers are the kindest on the joints~ =)~ I higlighted red clay in color font to bring home deeper the relevance of the season gentlest on the body~

Reviews

[alan peter kelly]

my broken bones whisper with their pins when weather is about to turn...beneath scar and calcification....harks a herald no other man made barometer knows so conclusively...biological bureau of meteorology...serendipitously implanted...with cold comfort as memory to go with the forecast of inclemency...i still prefer the cold...the beach in winter...the warmth under blanket...but then...i live in the hottest state on the hottest continent on earth...love your work...makes grey turn something more than mere biology,,,

[Sean M. Addams]

very deep piece ... Maybe short but a rather powerful piece .. i thought you did an amazing job on this ... your creativeness shows well in this ...

[Brad]

i see your future, and that desert air thawing the chill of past winters...
me...i have a job lead in new mexico...coming to visit?

[Wildfleour]

Nothing ever is simple with your words and the beautiful way your mind works.

[Liza]

short, simple yet filled with emotion to trigger all the senses in appreciation for mother nature's changes - enjoyed very much.

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your so versitile! love the metaphor in each line bringing to life the meanings and capturing the difficulties with such a debilitating disease..

[Geralyn Miller]

An elegant and eloquent way of expressing RA.
We moved to Arizona from Detroit because my Mother had RA.It was the difference between a wheelchair and 43 more good, walking years for my Mother
May all your winters be mild and dry.

[Dream Weaver]

I kinda like autumn, I guess for others with arthritis, it came be a real bummer.
I personally recharge in the cool crisp air as I watch the foliage turn for green to orange and red...Lovely write sorry about the inflictions :)

[Hello, Goodbye]

I suffer from S.A.D. so this poetic expression speaks to me in more ways than one.. I love your descriptions and movements between the notions.. as always this is very engaging read..

interesting.. I debated posting something today about a particular condition.. well yesterday.. as my days and nights overlap.. but it was the day you wrote this.. guess our threads were tangling..

[JelliFyshKissUs]

What a heartwarming gift to keep sufferers in your heart as you do. So many times arthritis is seen as minor and trivial when it comes to diseases. But there is nothing small about struggling to pick up your coffee or fix your hair, daily routines we take forgranted. Your sympathetic heart is s blessing to us all.