Lusty, the time of youth when silence is song,
song is silence– it’s inseparable
and consciousness is as bold as brass;
who cares to think then about autumn?
Its season alternating hot days and cool nights.

Teasingly, summer arrives clad in strawberry-red
development,
and twilight
faces death
by a thousand conversations;
who thinks then to prepare for winter?
Its moral raising its head late in the year.

To culminate, human seasons are as continuum
they carry on, maturing over the decades;
I adore the positioning of the atoms of time
they know
it’s against our nature to let things by
as waterβ€”
but we step aside when they reach the brimming edge.

 

 

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Day five ~ Space-time

Poem inspired by the title of Keats poetic masterpiece,
“The Human Seasons.”

Posted for “Play It Again” @ Real Toads

Posted for the Writers’ Pantry @ Poets and Storytellers United