Seasonal Walk Poem by Matthew Holloway

Seasonal Walk



The sky is blue
And the sun shines bright
Still the air is bitter cold
And the wind it bites
Through my coat
Chewing on my bones
I walk on regardless
~
Tress fall empty
As the birds take flight
Dead leaves paint paths
Which break under foot
A tapestry left behind
In a hurried journey
Quickly going nowhere
That doesn't offer warmth
~
The seasons come
And the seasons go
Each with their own traits
My current friend
My autumnal companion
Has a colour of it's own
A poetry if you will
~
Head bowed I carry on
My destination set in mind
So bare the bitter cold
And the biting wind
A life cannot wait
For another season
To change again

Friday, November 24, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: season,time
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Matthew Holloway

Matthew Holloway

Cheshire, England
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