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A Seasonal Sonnet

By Dan Mulhollen

A Seasonal Sonnet

Four times a year we see the season's change,
We grow accustomed to the heat and chill.
We see our lives patterns rearrange,
From stormy nights to others rather still.
We are born in the Winter's dark snowblind,
Amnesia hiding all these memories.
By Candlemas the earliest we find,
In promising thaws that are just a tease.
The Equinox announces Spring's arrived,
A blossoming with adolescent lust.
Experiments with lessons we decide,
And glimmerings of which path we can trust.
We quickly grow much wiser through the years,
Experience replaces our childhood fears.

The strength of Summer comes on bold and hot,
We find our role in life's well-tangled strands.
We sweat throughout the many battles fought,
To follow or reject culture's demands.
We see the changing colors all around,
A golden time somehow speckled with gray.
As stiffer breezes hint a wint'ry sound,
And ghosts come out at the end of the day.
For what strange season's mystery is this?
Oblivion or some sort of rebirth?
A time for building dreams or reminisce?
As once again the snow covers the Earth.
And so the world completes another turn,
Reflects a valid lesson we should learn.

Article © Dan Mulhollen. All rights reserved.
Published on 2019-03-25
Image(s) © Sand Pilarski. All rights reserved.
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