Like The Seasons


Cherry blossom petals torn from the tree,

One epidermis shed in preparation for another,

Stripped bare by cold, remorseless winds;

This Spring made Winter in a mixed up morning.

I see it all through watering eyes, alone,

The sleek grass topped by sleet – a poor man’s dew –

Grapples at my shoes, pulling me back,

Or, perhaps, relentlessly pushing me away:

I no longer notice the details I once savoured.

My mouth is dry, tongue hanging lifeless, limp,

An overactive imagination shattered by simple truth;

Like the seasons, I have been found wanting

Without ever realising I was ever being judged.


29 thoughts on “Like The Seasons

  1. Hi, Richard. Just checking in with you. Yes, taking break from facebook
    but still have my poetry site. Nice write. I recently noted publishers don’t like ‘rhyming’…told me no to bother to send. Still…I rhyme. Guess I will go to my grave…rhyming, lol.

  2. This is a dandy post Richard! πŸ™‚ Are you smiling at the use of that word? LOL I really do love that image and how your words match it beautifully. You’re a writing genius IMO! πŸ™‚

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