3 out of 4 seasons
It’s a nice place to be
A scenic spot
to finish a thought
And appreciate what I see
Spring’s a happy time
More people come by
To stop and chat
Over this, over that
Under the bluest sky
Summer’s not so bad
A tad too warm for me
But perfect for families
To picnic under trees
Have movie nights for free
Fall’s my favorite of all
It’s the best time for healing
The scent of the earth
Like a comforting hearth
I always feel like I’m dreaming
But Winter…
Oh, Winter!
Winter’s the devil
Come to take souls away
My bench transforms into
A concrete coffin of ice
And I count every day
And every minute, too
That I remain mostly alive.
Poetic Ponderings 
I was expecting a different ending — but, that’s the point I gather, right? It’s so sad to see the homeless of this city gathered around the sewage grates because hot steam comes up from some of them. You’d think in such affluent countries as ours, no one would have this problem.
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You know, that’s what I thought before I came to America. It never occurred to me that America would have any homeless people. I thought everything was white picket fences and green grass! LOL. Can you imagine how many others must think America is like a utopia?
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Love this poem! ‘concrete coffin of ice’!
Really felt it today… that being said, seasons are what makes summer so good!
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I suppose it is why people are excited when summer comes around. As for me, Fall is my favorite season!
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