…On Poetry and Fiction
Just “One Word” Away (“Seasons”)
written by: Phyllis P. Colucci
@FictionTarot
One word becomes one idea, becomes one sentence, becomes one poem, becomes one story. It must start from just “one word.” Today my one word is “Seasons”
SEASONS
Old photographs; a faded smile
Echoes of laughter I have not heard in a while
Wild wicked winds upon Winter’s wings
Blinding snowstorms; yet an old heart sings
Aged images within the mirror’s light
Time waves goodbye; a past out of sight
A Season of warmth lost in cold memory
Wound tightly in tears and sad mystery
A thought of what once was, can no longer be
A soul crying out as Winter must flee
Spring peeked through my window
Like a child on the run
I captured it nimbly
While it followed the sun
Both were quite welcome in my silent home
Its Seasonal breath assured me I was no longer alone
It whispered of days that were kind to my heart
Before “new” became “old”, and all fell apart
Soon Spring had to flee with no warning at all
A goodbye was in order; a tear destined to fall
Hence Summer rode in on golden hue
Floral tapestries blessed every garden anew
Hearts were in sync, to the beat of sweet song
A Season, a Savior, a Friend came along
All was at peace; both mind and heart
Yet I knew it would end; Summer was far too smart
It had to go, it was perfectly planned
The one great miracle in Mother Nature’s land
So again I braced myself for another goodbye
Alone again; a glass of wine and a sigh
…Hark! I heard her, Autumn knocked at my door!
She breezed right past me, and pranced ‘cross my floor
I was elated to know she would stay for awhile
I had extra bedrooms to share, and offered a smile
“Seasons” must come; “Seasons” must go
Emotions play wildly in “their” phenomenal glow
We are up, we are down; we are lost, we are found
We are happy, we are sad; often times in hushed sound
As we anticipate the horror of another goodbye
When Autumn flees toward Winter – So far, yet nearby…
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:
“Seasons” come and “Seasons” go, just as our emotions do. “Seasons” change, evolve, die off, are reborn – just as time and life, while we move along on the same cycle. Mother Nature’s magic lives through the Four Seasons of Winter, Spring, Summer and Autumn. Her magic and mystery run parallel to our existence.
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