By the river we sat,
the fish squirm below.
They remind me of speckled dirt.
A stone flies, spattering
rings of a tree which show
our life over the short years.
The insects that sing and thrive during a
Summer day relish in a sun
so warm it brightens our skin
turning it deep red as the maple leaves
when autumn shows its cold shoulder.
The color slowly hurts as the harsh winds
hit our cheeks with a slap
full of rules and stricter discipline.
Distance is not the only thing
that grows between us.
Snow drops appear slowly, yet
I sit waiting by the river for you.
Chills form, I stand as still as the snow.
Leaving footprints of longing, I backtrack
every time I spot a piece of fresh grass
sprouting out of the blank blanket;
A new-born friend, that is very weak.
Searching for a replacement as time grows.
The river thaws, Winter ends, bringing
Spring in poor conditions.
Mud has encased the entirety of the water.
So thick, it is a disturbing smell, or it could
be you I think of so fondly.
Your booming voice has never been so clear;
Bringing a rain so soft,
it makes me tremble under its pressure
as you shed all my tears.
This is for class, let me know if you like it please :)
