seasonal

days uproot you from the garden

daffodils and roses smashed under false hopes

no birds chip, sweetness forgotten

seeds find no luxury in the sun

rays of light dig in to taunt you

the moon finds no home to dip

sand shifts easily

so impressionable, hot lies

salt lines the air for little reason

waves of gentle destruction

flowers wilt with little sobs

curt, brisk, the calls of Helios 

water sinking a ship

unintentional, maybe. .

floating gets harder under weight

autumn brings no relief to summer skies

lightning crackles to welcome thunder

a cold feeling of simplicity

ice gathers across

smoke as air begrudgingly freezes

darkest skies, shut your eyes

dreary forever it seems

watercolor blurs, cold touches

with barely a pardon

Author's Note

Pardon the nonsense