In honor of National Poetry Month, a little poem from my back yard…
A Different Season
by The View Out Back (aka mcafowler)
Like a new lover you came to me
Shining and beautiful.
At first I was dazzled and awed
and there were days when I welcomed you,
the enforced quiet you brought.
Sadly, you didn’t know when to stop.
Your beauty became thin to my eyes
I ached from coldness, glimpsed dullness beneath your white armor.
It overwhelmed me and I wished you gone
before your frigid lies were the last words I knew.
Like an ex-lover you leave behind reminders—
reluctant piles of dirty snow in shade,
unwelcome gusts of biting wind across my skin,
a flurry or two in my hair
making you so difficult to forget.
But the sun is out today
longer than it was yesterday
melting what is left of your influence.
I stand tall,
naked,
strong,
waiting.
A tingle along my limbs assuring me
I’m alive.
