Arkansas Stone

I’ve been missing the winter lately. Sitting by the fire, sipping warm beverage, etc. Maybe that’s because it has been SO hot! Nevertheless, I stumbled upon this poem I wrote last season. Enjoy!

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Season Change

Considering we’re halfway through winter now, I thought it’d be great to share my best poem as of late. This piece of information would be helpful for you to know, dear reader: I use a beach chair to sit by the fire during wintertime. Enjoy!

 

“Season Change”

Out my front doorway
Look there you’ll see
Epic waves of wind
Crashing into trees

Tides shift the shoreline again
My leaves, a sea, litter the ground
As sticks and twigs bob here and there
Some splash in sanguine, making sound

Glance off my back porch
Notice the small and tiny leaves
Incessantly they strike down and let up
To resemble black and white piano keys

Ahhh…
Peace hits me exuberantly
As I savor season change
Yet I experience it sullenly
As leaves decay, looking gross
Clumping together by my shed
The temperatures, turning bitter
Hit endlessly my body and head
Sweat drenches me with blankets
And that damn space heater I fear
Might suddenly trip, burn or kill me
By the bathroom when I come near

But nothing
More soothing
Can I now recall
This winter from fall
Than this beach chair
As into our lives we stare
Sipping whiskey by the fire
You join me now free to admire