The scene out my window is always changing.
Last week I saw smoke upward ascending
Tinted pink by the dawn’s rosy fingers.
White winter snow like wedding cake icing
Delights my eye, I forget that it’s freezing
Outdoors. Sunset comes early, soon sky’s like ink
Forms perfect backdrop for the traffic light’s winking.
Green, yellow and red constantly changing.
I know spring is a teaser. It hurries right past.
Birdsong and green buds, smells of the earth
Hold proverbial promises of endless warm days
To fulfill my winter’s wishes – as if they could.
Spring is a teaser.
Then “endless summer” fills up my senses – enticing smells
Of barbecue grilling and cheerful sounds of families talking.
After the picnics I hear the beep-beeping of garbage trucks
Backing as they pick up the trash. I hear the splashing
Of children at play in blue swimming pool water. Up above
I watch as squirrels scamper across a canopy of branches
In oak trees arching. I eagerly await their newborns to appear.
But then summer ends.
Fall. Acorns are dropping from oaks overhead. It sounds like
Artillery as they strike the ground. I hear the geese honking
As they fly somewhere warm. Nips in the air feel fresh and bracing.
I’ve developed amnesia of what they portend. Instead I am basking
In glow of leaves turning. Until they fall.
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This poem was excellent! I loved it! 💖
Thanks. i appreciate your enthusiastic response. ❤
Spring is a ‘teaser’ to an endless summer – oh yes, I hope so, with summer being my favourite season ❤
Thanks for your comment. I’m ready to skip to summer. 🙂
Okay I’ll join you… skipping now…!
Thank you for sharing the seasons of the year and how they were related to your senses. I am open to exploring my senses more deeply as I move through my life.
Thanks. And I wish you a happy exploration. I can see you with your growing plants.