Seasons

Winds of fall

Take me for a ride

And drop me where you may

You know my all

And where I hide

And every word I say

So let me drift 

Without a care 

Into winter's arms

When spring comes I'll shift

With a loner's despair

Into summer's harm

Reviews

[Curly Grace]

The way you move through the seasons here feels less like weather and more like an inner drift, letting yourself be carried, even when the shift isn’t gentle.

[W. Barrett Munn]

I like the less used abcabc rhyme scheme. My suggestion comes via Tim Green the editor of Rattle Poetry Magazine: Tim says to use slant rhyme and choose a word that forces you into a line that even you are surprised by.

[Brandon Houser]

I look back on many things I have written, as well as others, wondering where did that come from. I am hoping getting back on here, and posting things I have written, can open those flood gates back up so I can get that feeling again.