Seasons

by Chelsey   Oct 31, 2012


It's been said, "people come in your life for seasons."
Painful, but well known by now...now that the wind
blew you elsewhere. You are gone and realizations come-
you were my summer.

You were my awakening; the brightness that snuck
between the blinds and kissed me good morning.
I swam in the love we created and I understand I am
drowning now, but I'll always remember floating through
the waves of emotion that cooled me off from our flame.

You were three short months that passed by too quickly.
Its unforgettable, the way you appeared in my life then.
You were the most vibrant lily pad I use to stare at while
composing by the pond. Opening more at the sight of me.

Always forthcoming with inspiration.

You were the waves that splashed my ankles as I walked
the nights tide. The face on the moon resembled yours
and it smiled.

Tonight, the galaxy is empty, just another reminder of where
you are. Not amongst my lonesome heart, but shaking hands
with autumn. Inviting her to spend the season with you.
I'll cry as I watch the two of you wrestle in leaves and catch
each others breath that greets the brisk air.

Winter will come, and I hope by then, you'll be over her.
That you'll catch the depression blizzards bring and freeze
as you try moving closer to spring. While you're frozen, I hope
you crave the sunshine that we spent hours complaining about,
but secretly enjoyed.

Yearn for me.
Recall my name,
Choose to return.

For I can no longer watch you fondle the fall,
nor get wrinkled as you age with winter.

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  • 11 years ago

    by Yakori bint Muhammed

    This is so exotic. I love it that you incorporated nature metaphors into this. It gave it life. So full of revival. Love can be a smooth sail at times. Other times rough. Again just manageable. 'As couples i always say there aren't anything like perfect couples. Rather imperfect couples that thrive to make their union a worthwhile. That'll breed your moments to perfection'.

    During tough times which i assume is winter and autumn. All is withering dry and freezing cold. Be each others comfort and assurance. You need to stand the test of time to sail through the season.
    In spring, all is blooming green. You find yourselves in happy moments. Happy with each other and enjoying every bit of it. So love is what you make of it.

    A lovely composure dear. Bon Travail!

  • 11 years ago

    by Amreen

    This is stunning Chels... you are amazingly creative... this piece seemed like a sad narrative and you integrated seasons with your piece well...
    As always, beautiful:)

  • 11 years ago

    by Wafaa

    I like the way you connected love to the elements of nature, beginning with the title 'seasons' til ending with 'winter'.

    'You were my summer.'
    ^this is a perfect description because summer is a beautiful season full of life and energy, so by telling him he was summer it's like he was your soul,your life!but summer has an end and so had this love.
    Winter tend to be full of death and depression because of the lack of light and the rainy weather ,therefore, ending your poem with him aging with winter is a well placed metaphor. It shows how this love is lost like the cycle of life itself..

    The whole piece is simply stunning. great work!5/5

  • 11 years ago

    by Tara Kay

    Oh Chelsey...Oh my girl...I want to hug you.

    Love is confusing, love hurts, love is sometimes the hardest feeling in.the world but when its lost it tells you something...it was no good for you.

    It needs both ends to feed on, not just one.

    I love the wording, the whole seasons thing...really unique, gave the piece a new dimension.
    I love how you compared him to a warm season...like summer...good memories...warm ones.

    Hugs you...

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