David Walker Poet Rhyme

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Changing Season

Changing of Seasons
David J Walker
 
It wasn’t that I wanted my world 
To be frozen 
It’s just that the season chosen 
Naturally will not be like today
Not the sweltering hot heat
That turns the asphalt street into a
Fakers pit of bubbling fire that tourists
Admire and pay to see the bottoms of
His feet and swoon 
At least 
That’s how I remember the
Hottest days of June
 
Perhaps as I grow older and remember
Winter winds much colder breaching the 
Zipper of my heavy coat
I can sit and  gloat by the fire pit
to the young imaginations of
My grandchildren about how this storm 
Is not a bit like what I went through just
To walk to school every day
            Up-hill all the way
At least
That’s how I remember the 
Coldest days of December

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Rob Levasseur December 23, 2020 at 11:58 AM I liked how you presented two different seasons, infused with great imagery and a pace that was attainable even by the most confused readers among us. David Walker December 24, 2020 at 2:09 AM Thank you, Rob. I really appreciate you reading and commenting on my poem. I like to use as few words as possible.