Four Seasons

Free Verse

Photo by Anne Kristen Euba on Unsplash

Petals of spring, summer, and autumn
swirl around in my soul of wintry seas
filled with half-frozen tears
and bubbles of dreams unrealized
of hollow spheres taking up space,
still floating, still lingering,
still reflecting what I’ve seen all this time —
springtime’s lavender reveries,
summer’s open, majestic skies
above delicate forget-me-not blues,
and autumn’s timeless hearth
and legends of long-lost gold
are all preserved, somehow,
in these nebulous, snow-gray waters
ever so softly and gracefully
like a dream that has never let go.
’Tis the permanent state of my soul
to see an array of colors in the gloom of days
and to capture brighter seasons, all at once,
in this uncertain, wintry age.