I have seen them change before my eyes. I have walked across the seasons. I woke up to a beautiful array of colors. The chill in the air was somewhat inviting. My eyes fell in love with the deep beautiful scene. The red stood out like a light in the darkness. The yellow and brown and green combined their beauty and splashed through my view like that of a painting. All but to die! Soon the colors left my sight. Crumpled ugly and broken remains met my feet. Every step yielded a crunching which collided with my ear drums. The sound was like a frantic child unwrapping a present. The death of a season brought with it a sadness. A lone object fell from the heavens. It fell with such grace in a fluttering motion. As my cheek was furnished with a cold kiss the object was finally here. As days past the ground became a beautiful achromatic blanket. Walking had now became a chore. The crunching under my feet was no longer displeasing but muffled and mellow. I autographed the landscape with my every step. The glowing radiated from the hearthstones of 1,000 homes. A silence filled the air. The cold nestled between my body and my garb. I shook like the trees blowing in the wind. My body creaked and begged for pity. The words fell from my mouth in a visible vapor -“Please d-d-d-don’t let m-m-e die!”. The body is an amazing machine of resistance. The sun revealed it’s beautiful figure from behind the hideous clouds. The rays bestowed me with a second chance. This is a new life! And so this new life begins. The colors once again presented themselves. There are not words to describe the appreciation for the scene before my eyes. The birds say it best when they come back home and sing. The crunching beneath my step had ceased to exist. A lovely green gifted my feet with each cushioned step. The sounds had entered the air again. Soon the same sun that saved my life would beat me and blister my skin as only a reminder. The fiery pavement would sting my feet and cause resentment and the colors would soon be forgotten. This second chance will become depreciated as well. A sadness will once again enter the air and I will walk across four seasons again !
March 24, 2009
Across Four Seasons