SEVEN REASONS FOR SEVEN SEASONS

SATURDAY 30 JUNE: LATE FALL

Leaves drop in the early hours

unhinged from their mooring

allowed to float free, spinning, spiralling

Existence snuffed out and cloaked with anonymous wrapping

Parcelled, Stamped, 

Ready For a lonely voyage

The cold ground does not cushion 

but offers rest 

the sands of time take over 

doing what is best

The fall is necessary 

nature divines life after death

Twins look up to the twinkling heavens

Are they smiling in concern or in concerted mirth?

SUNDAY 1 JULY: COLD WINTER

Strange dreams inhabit the forest of sticks

applying a gelid mascara until

Wrinkled lines on brown paper 

encrusted with ice

threatens to crack the thin veneer

Held back by sheer will 

Upholding the laws of engagement

Hope simmers on the frozen landscape

Suspended over a frosty rainbow

The chill bites to the bone

Amplifies when home alone

MONDAY JULY 2: CHINOOK SEASON

The Salmon begins its return to innocence

Battles the currents with core strength

Catch and release, prevents extinction

The season for Sockeye commencing

Punched in the face 

with a neighbouring tail

An introspective inspection availed

And on the sidelines the fishermen wait

to trap the naïve that bite the bait

Dangling traps on all sides waving

Hooked fingers swaying

But the Salmon stays steady his course

Weathering temptation with an inward force

TUESDAY JULY 3: MUDDY SPRING

Colours emerge from the stark canvas 

as Hook looks out from his porthole

to gaze at the world around

a scoop of green into the world of blue

Tinker bell, mixes well 

providing a delightful hue

spiking his morning brew

A golden feather drops on his window sill

entices a game between mind and quill

Light plays a defining role

encouraging growth while holding on

sunbeams nuzzling a new shoot

coaxing the unfurling of the Jolly Roger

WEDNESDAY JULY 4: GREEN SUMMER

The leopard stalks curiosity, 

soft paw prints hidden behind tall grass

looking for the deer's parnassian footfall 

in the verdant surrounding

restless, distracted by the abundance of life, 

growling incantations

mystic memories of duality, favourite haunts glowing with alacrity

With feline grace creativity hunted, 

scouring for ideas romantic symbolism sifted 

through the dimpled sieve of Gordonism

waiting for glimpses amidst the concert of summer song

the deer interrupts train of thought, as she moves to forage dreams

The leopard looks on, the dark stealing beauty

THURSDAY JULY 5: GOLD SUMMER

The quiet sun plays hide and seek among the clouds

Spidery intricacies distract mind over matter

dished out on a parchment platter

placed within the book of faces, clever rhymes over obstacle races

Nature plays out the grand scheme but its working not

A Gordian knot of a million moonbeams, threatens to split the seams

and bold action stayed on request, nature's behest

The taciturnity seems to last an eternity

while quiet rebellion stirs under the mask of self restraint

Too much of the devil in this pseudo saint

FRIDAY JULY 6: INDIAN SUMMER

All alone in the watch tower 

clutching the last days of rays

before the north wind begins to blow

warmth stolen by the long cold

The end of exile is near yet

A few more hours before sunset

What to expect after a week of introspect?

An explosion of rhyme

A change in the course of time

The watch tower stands firm

a grim sentinel of solace

as the world retreats under a blanket

to sing a silent chorus