Ignoring Seasons Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Lightly blowing, whispering, telling of things to come.

Touching, hurting, playing softly, tickling hearts
with feelings thoughtfully denied.

Watching closely, happenings abounding, living sorrowfully
among many people, hiding tears, scaling walls of deceit
and sorrow climbing.

Living upon earth, seeing only what's inside, ignoring
seasons and their times for they have no meaning - no
reason - no rhyme.

Because being lonely, hiding, seeking nothing - no one -
but an interior self is all that's keeping close ties to
earth.