Heat, it hits you like a wave, and so I seek the shadows. I feel the easing of the sun, as from day to night I seem to run. Yet, shadows cling to trees and shrubs, and soon I must embrace the oven’s dare as cities seem to shatter trees and barren black top breeds.
Cold, it wraps me in its hands that burn. I shield myself in wool and fleece, as I step within its white embrace. It brings the shivers out to play and scares my toes as frosty needles pierce! I plough through crystals glowing bright, and see the fire in the sky yet sadly heat has taken flight!
Seasons flow and then recede. This flux excites creation’s candour. Transitions bring encounters fresh, where once again I shift and rest. Then, bright green growth stirs up my heart. I soar alive in passion’s heat, then slowly watch it freeze in winters sleep.
Author – Bill Tidsbury