Inward Seasons

Memories like a Chinese dragon fluid~~~multihued~~~rattling. I wrestle my brain, p i i t n n d i o n w g n until I find the origin of its negative thought. A hall of mirrors w a n r n e i d b n u k l l o e u d s scuttling toward Winter’s age. Underscore of pinings thought to be important …….and they are……. sculpted scores of Octoberfest. I Spring’s zephyr s ) ( ) w ) ( o i ) ( n n ) ( ) g ) ====== releasing endorphins from my carefree childhood. Warmth under my mother’s coddles, my shell well cared for, ! ( ) ( ) ( ) ( ) ************* as I care for her now, as her casing fills with chemo drips. I ponder the seasons of life, snaking inwards ~ ~ ~ ~ peck at the visceral shell. Summerhouse warmth, waterborne-eyes closed in hibernaculum-chrysalis. 0 0 0 0 I shall not ponder my death! Nor shall I write a sonnetbituary. 10/26/2020 Inward Reflections Poetry Contest Sponsor: Chantelle Cooke