Saxon Crow

Seasons Change

When do the seasons decide to change?

Do they hold a meeting somewhere strange?

Are lots drawn to decide the time of year

When spring turns to summer 

And autumn says 'oh look, winter's here'?

Or do they do battle when no one's looking

Fighting for first place just to be showy

I ask because it befuddles me

When autumnal days float on a summers breeze

 

  • Author: Saxon Crow (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 27th, 2022 01:52
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  • orchidee

    I dunno. We have all four seasons in one day sometimes!

    • Saxon Crow

      Lying in the depths of your imagination Orchi?

    • dusk arising

      Blame those pesky starlings in their mumurations. Ever wonder what they're mumuring about... "Ere Fred, it's time to get ya winters plumage started" ... "them berries is looking tasty about now" ... "can't be that time yet Mavis, the sun's still bakin the cowpats crispy"

      There's wisdom in what ya hear being mumurred.

      • Saxon Crow

        Murmur murmer murmer

      • Fay Slimm.

        Oh Sax -- I ask the same question as I read your last line. The whole verse I of great imagery I can certainly relate to as this year the trees near me are losing leaves ever so early.

        • Saxon Crow

          Tell me about it! For me it's blackberries. They're already ripe and juicy sweet. Oaks have acorns almost ready to drop. It's so odd.

        • crypticbard

          They carry around a time rope and are pulled through in turn!

          • Saxon Crow

            What if it breaks?!!

            • crypticbard

              Ah! Perhaps they link 'hands' and the Seasons overlap!

            • Raven333

              I love that poem!! It somehow put a smile on my face as I was reading. nice flow to it..

            • Bella Shepard

              A wonderful lyrical flow, posing a great question. I love living in a 4 season area, and as years have passed the seasons have vied for my favorite. These days, however, I think the seasons are confused as to when they should make their appearance, and that's unfortunately on us. Thoroughly enjoyed reading



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