Seasons

It’s that time of year again,

The sweet nectar and cherry blossom scent

Soak into the muggy air.

Dormant plants begin to grow,

And new life begins.

Change is here.

It’s that time of year again,

An array of flowers litter the meadow.

Occasional fluffy streaks

Are painted carefully onto the bright blue canvas.

And the blinding spotlight shines above all life,

Change is here.

It’s that time of year again,

The carpet crunches beneath my boots.

Flurries of wind and shrieking gales,

Change is here.

It’s that time of year again,

Bitter chills envelop the soul.

Daylight is scarce,

Change is here.