Seasonal Affairs (2015 APR PAD - Day 11)

  “We change just as the seasons change, and each spring brings new growth. So nothing is ever quite the same.” ― Sherwood Smith, Crown Duel

“I know I am but summer to your heart, and not the full four seasons of the year.”  
― Edna St. Vincent Millay

Seasonal Affairs

She

adores them all

even as they abandon her;

could never choose just one.

Spring brings dew-drop jewels

and ephemeral blooms - all

too quickly burned away

by Summer’s fleeting (flash-)fire-

flies. Autumn gifts her with glorious hues

before the jilting that leaves her brittle, dry,

colorless, cold. Winter bequeaths her a

blanket of white, as she waits at the window,

peering through her frosted pane

for a simple glimpse of gray juncos

feeding in the snow, and

(here’s the thing:)

anticipating, still,

another

spring.

PSC/2015

The above poem is written in response to Robert Lee Brewer’s Poetic Asides APRIL PAD (Poem-A-Day) Challenge for Day 11 (a seasonal poem):  2015-april-pad-challenge-day-11

 

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