A Seasons Poem

The form of this poem is unique because I attempt to describe the 12 months of the year without using the name of the months, holidays, or the names of the 4 seasons.  I also limit the amount of times that I use words like, "it", "as", "the", "to", and "he/she".  This was a challenge.  One of the women in the National Writing Project presented this style to the fellows.  I hope you like it.

This is Your Season

By:  Kristin Cox

As the sky clears,

ice sickles start melting while cold wind

is being ushered into Jack Frost’s past.

Sweet hearts giggle while giving gifts of love.

Feeling lucky yet?

How about that four leaf clover?

Glamorize your rainy day with rain boots.

Flowers blooming, bees buzzing, oh, how I long for sweet days like this.

Smoldering sun, cool crisp beaches are all fun.

Boom! Goes the fireworks on top of Red Mountain at 9:00 pm sharp. 

Hating to end my vacation,

but smelling  freshly sharpened pencils is calling my heart .

Can’t wait for Friday night lights!

From candy corn, costumes, to pumpkin carving with friends,

From spending time with family while eating off the “good dishes”,

To trimming trees while drinking egg nog and snuggling with the ones you love.

This is your season.