Sacred Seasons of My Life

Sweet Summer.

Perfect plum purple.
Delicious apple red.
The orange, flaming ball of gas paints peaceful
absurd colors in the morning sky.

Long, fairytale days paste a sunny smile on my small face.

Flaming orange to retiring red
malevolent mosquitoes leave marks on my sun-tattooed skin.


The midnight blue bites into the shining white.

The partially eaten crescent floats in the endless sea of sterling stars.

Radiant red roses blossom in rich gardens
like romance in young hearts.



Ferocious Fall.

Sulking sad blue.
Anxious excited yellow.
Emotional colors follow the flirtatious sun over the horizon.

Royally rambunctious to silently shy.
Shallow happiness and serious sadness.
Like the leaves on the trees, my life changes with the places I go.

The crisp, autumn breeze whispers in my ears.

Leaves with shades of red crunch under my heavy feet,
like our hearts when we fall in love.

School.
Work.
Everything.
Life changes as these things begin.
Friends become enemies, as enemies become family.



Wistful Winter.

As the sun slowly says good-bye to the bright lights of the city,
Waxing Gibbous says hello to the drawn curtains of the afternoon.

I blow on the ghostly steam rising from my chocolate sweetness,
like the gusting winds of my equinox.

Fluffy stars fall from the sky, highlighted in the story-like silver lampposts.
Whirring in the winds, they attack midnight crusaders mercilessly.

Perfectly cold blankets of white snow blind my groggy eyes,
As bundled little feet step out of safety and into a forest of imagination.

Small warriors check into snow banks as
lifeless materials become colorful spirits.

Whispered wishes and wonderful wonders.



Sophisticated Spring.

Exactly 1hour before.
2 minutes after.
3 seconds between.
Early rising as we spring ahead.

Excitement courses through my veins
An hour ahead,
my perilous position in counterpoint with light.

Restless Rendezvous.


Grotesque flowers blossom.

Vibrant colors that revive their beauty.

Empty parks
gorge themselves
with renewed spirits of happy children.

And I ?

By: Ciara