Four Seasons

Four Seasons

Winter

chairs are for

sitting by frost covered

windows lit

by a full moon

on a cold

winter’s night when

the moon seems

to fall as quickly

as the snowflakes

who beg you to join

them, seeming soft and

airy, but would prick

your face, hundreds

of little needles

falling six fold

falling,

            descending,

crunching

or maybe, melting

your heart as

you watch from

afar

Spring

at first, I thought

it was

a carrot, from

my vantage point,

clear and melting slow,

but no

and even as icicles

drip-drip-drop

my heart seems to follow

their percussive song

the flowers pierce

the ground as they

shoot up

wakened by the water

and the children’s

feet who pound their

soil door

sometimes, I wish

I could go along

and flowers

their centers shine

bright like a smile

radiating happiness

letting light into an

open window

Summer

did you know

that white can

go scarlet even through

a transparency?

but the tinge of

color warms

ivory skin, hardened

cold by the air vents

sometimes watching is

enough, the rise and

fall of the sun

mimics the breath

that fills the indoor world

noon sunshine floods

through the tightly

closed window

but ‘til dusk

it’s watched

because they’re making

s’mores and there are

fireflies and even the

sun dances as it goes

into the cooling night

Fall

the doorbell must have

rang a thousand times

as she passes out candy

and you watch from

your window

the children scamper

through the yard

delighting in the round

jack-o-lanterns you

tried to carve

the cool air invites

you out but the

heat from the fireplace

indoors consumes

your heart

the leaves fall

the temperature falls

but still your spirit

rises in your vicarious nature

to watch is everything

you know it’s best to

dream in safety

because the ever turning world

might fall apart

Remember Fireflies

Remember Fireflies

when we were little,

the sticky summer

evenings we

spent together

and with all the

other ragamuffin

neighborhood kids

were filled with catching

fireflies

“Like magic!” we

called to them as they

lit up the air a

yellow-green, like

light-up sneakers

we all danced in

the night, under

their light, the

world was a stage,

don’t you remember?

and sometimes we’d

try to

catch them, success

determined by how many

lightning bugs the

communal bug box held

when it was time

to go home

    go inside

I’d bring our light-up

treasure trove

into my room for

a night light

“Like magic!” I

would fall asleep,

marveling still

were your dreams,

too, filled with

memories and hopes

of following the

light, or

being the light?

I’m older now,

but when I dream,

it’s of fireflies and

sticky summer nights

there’s always a

part of me

wondering

hoping

that you remember

them, too

because, yesterday I

saw fireflies, and

flashbacks filled with

yellow-green light

filled my mind

and I realized,

I always follow

their light

it’s been a long

time, and

I can’t really ask,

but still, I wonder,

don’t you remember

the fireflies?