The Seasons of Life

Read it, like it, love it, hate it, I don't care. How the seasons change and life revolves around them.

I look out  my window to see the dew upon the grass.

The water droplets gleam like broken glass.

I look in the sky and I see the moon.

It's silvery white glow will be luminescent soon.

It is fall, when everything seems to start.

 

I cuddle under a blanket, watching the snow fall.

The snow flakes are peaceful, unlike the mall.

I take a sip of tea.

Remembering how my mom used to make it for me.

It is winter, when the new year begins, and holiday stress is at its worse.

 

My eyelids flicker open as the bright yellow rays of a new sun rise.

I am greeted by the birds so wise.

I glance at the garden on my way out the door.

The gorgeous flowers are finally beginning t bud and cover the forest floor.

It is spring, when everything seems to come to a screeching halt, but stress is still running ramped.

 

I relax in the grass, my head resting upon my hands, laced like mesh.

The grass is soft around me, neatly trimmed, giving off a scent so fresh.

I stare up at the clear blue sky, no clouds, no wind, yet.

The scorching sun beams down on me, making my skin glisten with beads of sweat.

It is summer, when everyone seems bored, but the hectic life of work still continues.

 

Year after year I look out my window.

Year after year I cuddle under blankets.

Year after year the sun wakes me up.

Year after year I lay in the grass.

Every year is the same, no matter how old I get, I will always enjoy the same things.

 

My looks my change,

My years will start counting higher,

I may move away from here,

I may have a family,

But no matter what happens, nature will still be just outside the door, or window, waiting for me like every other year.

Reviews

[Silent Kim aka mizmetap..]

Very nicely written. Nature is a wonderful subject and you have shown somehting to enjoy in every season. Good write.

[Rita]

This is beautiful.

Changes always take place in our lives, but the seasons are always recurring. It's like the seasons are moving to a different rhythm of our lives each year.

Great write

R