Calendar Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Calendar

The world is crazy
It has changed totally
Died seasons.

How can we define well a "season"?
"Winter's cold? "
"Spring"?

The winter was question for this year!
And even spring is question…
They seem to have exchanged positions.

The end of April was exception.

Sun was out
And so was sun of life
Hairs flew with breeze
Faces shined and so did cleavage
Arms and legs were exposed
All smiled thanks to sun…
It was fun.