Different Seasons
I wrote a verse this summer about a fool’s deception.
His cold shoulder to her warm embrace garnered a cool reception.
A few would question the hot and cold, but some saw the yin and yang.
They said the imagery was layered, but as they read it quickly sank –
and sank in, (I thanked them), before they were buried by the snow storm:
A metaphor of emotions covered the frozen prairie while I’d go forth.
Each line was co-wrote by old ghosts to send chills through the reader.
Raw adrenaline in the penmanship you could sniff through the ether.
My goal was to create a feeling inside that countered the heat and humidity –
and the warm responses cooled my hot temper…allowing me to keep my humility.