"Seasons' Dance"
Seasons’ DanceI miss the days of dry like the night sky misses the sunshine.
Rain…rain go away, come again…come again…
Rain on my parade…my escapades…mardi gras…
Have yourself a hardy…hardy har haw…
Let the electric umbrella in tow leave the storm clouds in awe
The flower petals draw…
Artistically raw…
What the shimmer does to the dew beneath a lion’s paw
And the lamb leaves as the ravens caw at the iron rickshaw…
Heat’s hot fire speaks…loudly…
Cloudy…no longer…no more…sun’s rays are rowdy…
My afternoons are feisty…my slumber’s without me
The shade’s a sheister…it burns there…supposedly a place without heat
Now the colors run…
Slight…not yet cumbersome…
The shift in the wind brings forth a conundrum
Is it the blaze I miss or shades of it when the summer’s done?
The inside of a coloring book or Autumn’s heart…
A perfect collage from God…a flawless art…
Not a pitfall if it falls…it’s all a part
As a leaf bops along a breeze…its tree never weeps as it falls apart
Branches bare all again
Chills send all a spin…
Say goodbye to the legend of the fall and then…
Frozen fingers signify that winter’s call begins
A cold-hearted snake on a frigid lake…
This is a wicked take on winter’s break…
Even bears don’t picnic then for goodness sake…
If then caves abate them…you could relate
Temperature changes mend…
We give rests to ranges then…
Mummy wraps for baseball caps…we trade them in
When we barbeque lamb chops in backyards and fronts again…
We realize that this is truly the song…
that doesn’t end.
© 2008-2009 Malik Peterson. All Rights Reserved.
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