The Finale

The birds fly in huge numbers

Looking like flecks spun across the sky

Petals from new blooms cascade to the ground

Like snow fall being sifted through a filter

Sniffles emerge, the palette of nature in full swing

Smudging color on the sepia tones

Tulips peek their pretty faces up

The groundhog has a field day

This can't be the last season - but what if it is?

U stand alone, pondering in the scene

Bright rays breaking a sweat on the back

Kids putting up lemonade stands

Random stalls of fresh picked fruit offer the juicy solace

Either side of the muddy ruddy road to nowhere.

A stroll on the beach perhaps

Your sunscreen streaks white patches on the face

Making you look like a Viking in action

Days longer - Sun shining stronger 

This can't be the last season - But what if it is?

Are the branches on fire?

You wonder! But then - they sway like enticing dancers

Showing off warm colored tresses

Reds, yellows, oranges - in all variations possible

Occurring on trees, like they dyed their hair ombre

Making a fashion statements

The harvest season emerges in full bloom

Jack O lanterns on doorways

Grin at you, promising a fun time

This can't be the last season - but what if it is??

You walk in the stark chill

Bare branches skinny dipping

In spine twisting cold

Like they'd gone bonkers. Like dare devils

That throw caution to air 

And challenge the frost to obliterate them.

Icicle lights shine through their natural counterparts on the edges of the roof

You hear festive music, faintly lingering in the background

While bright faces gather around the dinner table 

Wafting with smells of cinnamon buns and hearty stews

This can't be the last season - but what if it is?

You sit through the flashing and flipping

Of days after days, 

Seasons after seasons - the 'to do lists' keep piling up

While a sense of eternity in this worldly garb

Makes you sit snug and sing like a grasshopper

That lives in the day, having a gala time, doing nothing.

Nothing isn't a bad thing - it is the thing if you will!

This nothing sounds like everything in another paradigm

But you'll save that tale for another ponder

You germinate seeds of everness in your egoness

This can't be the last season - But, just for argument's sake - 

What if it is?

Pic credit - Liam Ortiz