You get burst banks and pretty lilies,
broken umbrellas and sumptuous potatoes.
You get grazing mosquitoes and sizzling sun,
insect repellent and thick cream on your warm skin.
You get foreign flus and fresh air,
dry skin and crunchy leaves beneath your feet.
You get slush after the snowman and the angels,
perpetual nights and new takes on Christ’s birth.
The seasons change and the cycle remains
there is light, there is darkness,
in light, bask and have your fill
in darkness, slow down, wrap up, make tea
and prepare for light.
Head above sea of crimson sheets
anchored to my camomile cup,
staving off October’s tenebrosity,
watching rays roguishly rain on my window pane
pained that my spirit remains stained,
stagnant as trapped pools in dead leaves
as vices of last October
linger like moss on washed up rocks…
October is jammed
Between subtle Septembers,
autumn has brought with it death and despair
as leaves combust and
dive, a withered heart is in repair
winds have brought with them
the gales of expectation trapped in suspended breath
with promise of a thrill at summer’s hem
what a time for a fire to kindle
when the trees are stripped
and the branches brittle
Blades brown and kiss earth before
Summer’s sudden storms
Every winter I lose a glove or a hat,
Put on a tinsy bit of weight
Like a slender grizzly ready to hibernate
Every spring I lose an umbrella
Actually, I’ve never bought one
At some point I’m caught out like a drowned salmon
Every summer I get a heat rash below my neck
My West African ancestors look down and wonder why
Stranger still, when the sun is out I lose a sock or a tie
Every autumn, I plant something new
Winds and hurricanes come and shake my branches
I lose a friend or some summer romances
So in sun, sleet, slick or slide
Which season will I lose my heart to Love
And would she trust me at all?
Soon the sun will shine longer,
sleeves will roll shorter,
leaves will open further,
your love for me, however
will not blossom this spring, nor ever.
Summer’s golden locs
Shimmering in autumn’s breeze
Wither in winter