The Seasons Poem by Marc Awodey

Vagrant ghosts found passage home
guided by each other, Anubis or other myths
into caverns hewn from onyx and anthracite.
They watched without eyes in vagabondage;
of the womb of spring yellow shoots arose,
betwixt summer and spring, exaltations raised their nests
in summer an emerald canopy closed.
Between summer and autumn water condensed into caverns of onyx and anthracite.

On motionless faces covering homes
a mournful lantern spells in idle light
words from languages momentarily undecipherable.
In summer an emerald canopy closed
to conceal towns founded on old dialects,
in silent yards measuring ruinous night
are places where neighbors no longer speak.
A mournful lantern spells in idle light
constellations sewn onto winding sheets of land.
Autumn leaves fell like a wing from grace
to mingle with newspaper, books, and grass in silent yards measuring ruinous night.

Summer beyond summer was a golden curse.
In winter's mean charge the whole world froze
in autumn leaves fell like a wing from grace
of the womb of spring yellow shoots arose
in winter's mean charge, the whole world froze.
ill-suited to see hints of flicker seen in life
vagrant ghosts found passage home.