Ever Changing, But Everlasting Poem by Leslie Alexis

The pretty skirts were put away
They no longer swirl in open air.
They will not be shown again,
Not until summer comes next year.

The bathing suits are washed clean,
Legs are hidden once again.
Sands of souls have left the beaches,
The number counted no more than ten.

Rabbits no longer hop around,
They go to secret winter homes,
The location of which no one knows.
A mystery to be solved by Mr. Holmes.

The trees shed their luscious clothes,
Green fades to golden blankets laid down.
Nature stands in her bare skin,
Her lover looks on with a frown.

Warmer winds begin to blow cold,
Constantly sneezing as if with flu.
This become the most heard sound:
The birds’ chirp replaced with ‘Achoo! ’

The sun’s warmth wanes into tomorrow,
Lovers’ beds share yesterdays’ heat.
Times spent outside is now spent indoors,
Life is birth beneath jumbled sheets.

Soon each man’s weight increases by ten,
And the fat man will be appreciated.
Kisses will make noses glow red,
And to giving all will be obligated.

From the ground man will make man,
He will be covered in tiny feathers,
That last only as long as nature wills,
His body the universe holds together.

Then tulips will peep from the earth,
And a rabbit will hatch from an egg,
Cherry blossoms will give glorious bloom,
And safety from decay snowman will beg.

Roses and irises will give their flowers:
Red, white, pink - they'll paint a rainbow.
In bulbs, and hands, both the big and small,
Flawless beauty the flowers will show.

Grassy lawns will cover the ground in green,
Ducks and ducklings will swim on baby lakes.
Cycling families will to follow suit,
In this joyous memory all partakes.

Lovers will kiss in the shadow of setting suns.
Leslie and Mystery will walk down an aisle
that's bordered by palm trees and stars.
We'll share our ‘I dos’, a kiss and, a smile.

Copyright © 2009 Leslie Alexis