Monday, October 20, 2014

Seasons Change

This is a poem that was originally written back in the early 1990s, back around my sophomore year of high school. At that time, it was titled, "Seasons Change (And So Do You)." When I was looking through my old poems several years ago, I came across this one and wasn't happy with how it had turned out. So I re-wrote it on October 19, 2009 and shortened the title down to "Seasons Change."


In this re-written version, it's a poem that examines life through the motif of the changing seasons.


It all starts in the spring of our lives
When we're just starting out in this world
We learn to crawl, we learn to walk
And we even learn how to talk


From kids, we grow into young adults
We enter the summer of our lives
Taking chances and carefree days
They feel like they're here to stay


Fall comes, and our priorities change
Careers and families come first
Wistfully thinking that someday
You'll have a lot of time to play


Your winter has come, your kids are grown
You know that soon, you will see the end
And then, the snow will start to fall
And shadows flicker on the wall

Sunday, October 19, 2014

Change Of Weather

This is a poem I wrote on August 16, 2010. The speaker is lamenting about overly warm weather, but they know that the seasons will be changing sooner rather than later.


I like it warm, but it's just too hot
Colder weather I'm wanting a lot
But I don't want the clouds, I want the sun
I want it just right to have some fun


But in a few months I will lament
And I'll wonder where all the warmth went
Just wait a few months, and the truth be told
I'll be complaining about the cold

Saturday, October 18, 2014

Autumn Of Life

This is a poem I wrote on September 28, 2009. It's a poem about transitioning from the happy days of summer to the cold days of winter, either literally or as a metaphor for life.


You can feel the change in the air
As the warm days of summer
Turn into cool days of despair
And the reds, yellows, and oranges replace the green
Before the leaves drop from the trees


They're all signals that winter is near
And the ghosts of winters past
Must be faced without any fear
But first, you must face Halloween and Thanksgiving, too
Before facing the fear in you