Seasons

Seasons Spring A feeling of joy as new life begins to bud. Like a tree that's replacing its leaves it surrendered last fall. Hope arrives like the storm that brings the first rains. Memory of the beauty that follows engulfs us with anticipation. The delight of life is everywhere. Summer The days become bright my body spasms as I soak in the rays. Evening heat overwhelms to the point of insomnia; A welcome insomnia. I catch the fragrance of a blossoming rose drifting through on a soft breeze. In full bloom, her vulva exposed for her drone to steal its nectar. Alas, time passes and seasons change. Things are drying and becoming brittle with the cool night air. But there is beauty... Still Fall Leaves begin to dry their end is near. With every last glimmer of their existence they hold on... To expose the gleaming colors seen in the rainbows of spring. Evenings become crisp and soon the beauty flutters to the ground. The vista that once enamored us is revealed as nothing more than a skeleton of what used to be. Winter Darkness The nights are long and cold. Life that was once thriving... full of hope, of beauty, of love...surrenders itself. Ice is all that remains in the eyes. This season is unbearable. There is no warmth on the skin. No longer does it embrace the very soul of our being. We buy our time anxious to travel off to distant lands. Looking to steal the rays of life from elsewhere... To once again soak in the warmth. I look to heaven for an answer a ray of hope. My warmth is stolen from the beauty of a snowflake as it melts on the tip of my nose.