Drifter
When summer arrived
I hid from the rainfalls
As the floods trespassed
My pristine landscape,
And I let autumn dye the leaves
Blowing color into breeze
Till they fell from the trees
Oscillating into sunset,
Winter roared with gusto
And I let the snow pile up,
Just watching the frozen roads
Hiding behind closed doors,
And I slept-through
Dawn’s debut of the spring
Shining on inanimate-gray
Bringing order to disrepair.
Yet, I have no interest
To linger long enough
Being exhorted to move on
By my very own drifter.
December 19, 2017
First Place--December standard contest by Brian Strand
Copyright © Vijay Pandit | Year Posted 2017
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