Seasons

There is no fall here,
only palm trees and pines,
no oranges or yellows, or leaves
really;
no seasons
just rain and sunshine.
Is there anywhere anymore
that experiences seasons?

He loved like seasons, you know.
I knew what blistering
heat felt like, and ice cold
and a few something in the
middles.
And, yes, it got old.
And I thought, you know
something consistent would be nice.
So, I got something consistent.
Now it's only fall or spring
and no extremes.
It leaves a person content
in a way
and still missing all the same.

And goddammit, I do miss the seasons.
Just not the burns and the frozen stiff
bones.
Just not enough, to sell my soul over
again for something that fades away
in four different ways.

Reviews

[Jonathan Ballam]

A powerful array and swirl of emotions and nature. I like the way you structured the rhythm in a loose kind of way.

It made me feel like you'd wanted to blow the words over me, rather than torture the read with slush and cliches. For your sake I'll leave my rant about rhyme for another occasion! :P