Poetry, Uncategorized




In the olden days
We had four distinct seasons
Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall.
But of late, it seems
Our seasons no longer
Slide gracefully one into the next,
Instead they seem to be
Slowly merging into just two,
Winter and Summer.

As my confused body
Tries to make sense
Of these confounded shenanigans,
I find myself grazing profusely,
And quite unusually,
As though I were
Preparing for hibernation.

Why else would I be
So darn hungry all the time?
So don’t be surprised
If you don’t hear from me
For a few months.
It would be because
I’ve crawled into my cave
In anticipation of
A very long winter ahead.


Image source: Google images
Contents compiled: October 6 2016
Originally published: October 6 2016
Copyright © 2016 Moylom Enterprises

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