What better way to welcome in the season of Summer than to give a recap of the ones that come before and after it through poetry:
Death never looked so beautiful,
Leaf litter burnt orange in the fading Autumn sun,
Crunches beneath my feet as the day carries on.
The air is colder,
Green is no longer seen.
The days are shorter,
A Midsummer Night is merely but a dream.
Ochre, pumpkin, chestnut and crimson.
All show their true colours to this decaying season.
Autumn – like a Pageant Queen Killer,
Gushes with guilt,
As she plants the kiss of death.
On her Mother Nature.
Crimson embers of fire crackle,
Beneath the pale moon light.
The stars they twinkle like tiny freckles,
Upon the face of the night.
The sun awakens, from its slumbers,
Naked vegetation shivers with delight.
For they are scarce, they’re few in number,
Desperate for the new day’s light.
The season sets a spell of slumber,
Upon the many lives,
Of plants and animals growing fonder,
To sleeping day and night.
This too shall pass,
It just takes might,
Time will change,
The clock will strike.
A day will come,
Where we can surrender the fight,
Of surviving these testing hardships,
But until then. Goodnight.
Smell the rain,
Smell the rain, don’t see it
The dampened tarmac aroma intensifies as cars go flying by like drive bys at midnight
Feel the heat of the rays on your skin,
Hairs on your neck rise like budding blossoms in spring
Hear the drops of tears hit the leaves, leaves crushed by commuters, the buyers and thieves
When your eyes sleep, other senses awaken
Do not be mistaken, the alternative senses must not be forsaken
When I ask you what do you see, please don’t just say trees
Say the rustles of leaves in the breeze or the sticky sap on your knees
Tell me that you will see more than you thought you were meant to see.
Too many people let life pass them by, avoid eye contact with strangers, avoid our environment’s hidden surprises.
To only stop for a moment and take in the world around us
would be a pleasant realisation that life has finally found us.
The air is crisp, cold and clean.
My breath sparkles in its grasp like fairydust.
I feel like a fairytale’s dragon.
The darkness cloaks the clouds,
Choking out any lasting glimmers of light,
As the sun sets low in the Winter sky.
The trees look fragile.
Their vulnerability exposed,
By the nakedness of their form.
Patience is a virtue,
As you wait for the freeze to thaw.
Spring is almost upon us,
The wait won’t be too long. .