The Four Seasons 1978 Poem by Cecil (cj) Krieger

SUMMER

The old motor struggled
Against a none existent breeze
As the overhead fan cut through the lifeless air
Trying desperately
To cool the slight figure
Lying quietly on the bed

The heat of the summer's day
Seemed to linger
While the darkness of night
Brought no relief
From the warm and humid air
Nestled in the room

Every so often summer is like that
As the hot muggy air
Tends to pull dreams far, far away
Dreams… that otherwise offer escape
Dreams that can take us
To thoughts of cooler times


AUTUMN

Autumn had come again
As I stood by my window
Watching the birds change color
And fall softly to the ground

In the distance
Flocks of leaves gathered
Upon the branches of the trees
Readying themselves
For the long flight south

I sipped on my cigar
And lit up a cup of coffee
Watching the smoke
Drift out my screen window

Yes
It was a day just like any other
Except autumn was in the air


WINTER

Out in a winter's field
My camera takes photos
Of white-tailed deer
Running about

Clicking…
As one by one
They run off into the woods

Until…
Out in a winter's field
My camera takes photos
Of an empty winter's field


SPRING

Spring has come on a fool's errand
Someone had told it, it was time
Time to wake the flowers
Time to chase away the morning's frost
Time to turn a young man's fancy

Who would have guessed
That lurking
Somewhere behind the cold Catskill Mountains
Old man winter sat snickering
At the foolishness of a retreating spring