Dear Seasons

Like an elusive dream I silently hope to see how you undress—
from cold white to fresh green then to shy yellow and then to scarlet red,
from freckled to plump and lush to skinny and then to skeletal bare.

Like an enchanting perfume I secretly imagine your scent change—
from chilling trace of frost to charming whiff of blooming flowers
and then to sweet vibrant smell of the sun and finally to loamy, rustic earth aroma.

Like a locked desire I hope to bask my senses into your stunning metamorphosis,
my dear seasons.

Note: Living in a country with two seasons (wet and dry), autumn and winter have been my fascinations since I am a little girl. This is why they are mostly the inspirations of my poems and fictions. 😉
©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
Photo credit: Unsplash

In response to dVerse‘s Open Link Night # 182 by Bodhirose  who wrote about Florida’s Fall.



58 thoughts on “Dear Seasons”

  1. I dislike winter, though it looks pretty in pictures. My favorite time is the change from winter to spring, and summer to autumn. The undressing and change of colors are spectacular. Hope someday you can witness it for yourself.

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  2. This is just filled with the senses of change and you describe it beautifully, Rosema, I hope one day that you will be able to experience all the seasons too. Here in Florida we mostly have hot and lukewarm…not much spring or autumn. 🙂

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  3. I had to laugh at this piece and you Rosema. To me this is like the seasons or Mother Nature stripping, changing her tiny costumes for each season, for each set of her dance on stage or around the pole. Lol. 😂💗

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