Panic of Seasons

I sit by this field so clutched by change

Green in the summer, wet in the rain,

Brown and dry and barren and white

In the deepening suns unbroken array

I sit pleasantly with joy induced grief

Though pastel colors adorn each leaf

This wooden bench basking in sunset

Orange cuts blue as winter's corset

And in the fall my song's depressed

No longer in summer's ardent eyes

Only cold december wherein winter lies

Spring's ethereal blossoms are duressed

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Wondering Mind]

Nicely thought out, I'd say. Interesting phrasing and technique in each stanza.