Journey On Seasons
I walked in the cold since the day
the birds took their first flight
to the northern lights ;
With gladness I strode in snow
and felt the magic in every flake
that dropped one by one in my palm.
The path was long and winding~
My feet were numbed;
My hands were frozen~
It’s fine, it won’t be long.
The coldest season thrilled me well~
No matter how long I've waited;
Ah, to see squirrels jump again
after hibernating in winter
is truly a joy I treasure;
For they unveil a secret joy
long etched in the corner of my bosom;
So indelible, so unforgettable
like my grandma’s lullaby.
Now as I watch each cherry bud waking up
upon the kiss of dappled sunlight in early spring
I vividly remember~
my winter reveries where nebulous nights
were longer than my meandering memories;
Like a long heat of summer forgiven
as the first leaf of autumn turned to gold.
Every season is a masterpiece~
Every moment an empty canvas;
The ticking of clock is like a brush
stroking a sketch of landscape
for us to glaze and highlight
the way we want it,
And as my clock never ceases to tick
I will be moving ahead
Just like the hands of time
I will paint my own masterpiece
Every day, every night ~
Every season.
24 March 2022
'Form J - Just Write Me a New Poem' Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Theme: #3 Journey
1st place
A Brian Strand 1097 Poetry Contest
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JC Brul | Year Posted 2022
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