4seasons Poem by Vivien Lancellotti

SPRING

Their eyes begin to close for they are used
to too many winters.
When the seasons change too quickly there's
a whole new reason for remaining tight.

They shut themselves completely to preserve
the energy within them
and when spring comes they are splintered
by the light.

Dancing and redeeming their frosty borders
they come out
to greet and meet and know and love you;
you wonder how they get it by.



SUMMER

S
talking about the need to devour
what have we for lunch
'xcept for a comic strip
or a deserted launch
of some rocket some
where;
I hunger for fire
in flames
and dazzled bits
of burnt wood and
whole terrains filled with
nothing but frozen lilies
sizzling to non-
existence;

who can quench my hunger
s



AUTUMN

like a tear -
release, or falling into your arms
after spinning 'round and 'round
and
i want to shy into nothingness and
be free and pretend i did not see
those
things



WINTER

Pausing for breath,
white flakes falling
every where;

I am sitting, breathing,
toes curling, seeing.
I see I am.

I feel my mouth receiving,
my neck streaming with
energy afforded for my living.