Spring

By SJ

The sun is moving higher into the sky,
The days are bluer and brighter,
The pigeons are happily in flight,
The rains have been suspended,
and the beetles will soon begin to emerge from their
slumber in the earth.

Not long now,
And we will swelter,
In the blinding “Washington DC” sun,
That hangs like a bare light bulb,
from a wire above us.

The squirrels will take to running,
Crossing the concrete streets,
Searching for victuals.

Our little patch of planet is swinging,
Toward the furnace of “Sol” at a thousand miles per hour,
Soon, very soon its full effect,
Will broil the tops of our heads like eggs frying a pan.

Let us enjoy this in-between time, while we are still able!

Puddles of Water

By DC

The sun blocks my thoughts

But when it rains they roam free

I’m a victim of circumstance

Around people that don’t know me

Maybe if they went through what I did

Things would be different

Mom’s working three jobs

Youngest sis raising children

I thought people was trippin

When they said things’ll get better

Cause they was wearing winter coats

And I was wearing a sweater

Refusing things mom wanted to give

All I wanted was love

Trying hard to be a man

But got misunderstood for a thug

Maybe I would change a few things

If I could go back

Moms would be smiling instead of crying

Yeah I’d like that

Season’s Sorrow

Many faces and personalities once here spread
Now departed, missed along my life’s way
Dear Summer, I thank Allah for you
For with you comes shortened nights and longer days.
Though memories fade I still dream of you
And it’s as though you’re actually there
But you’re not so I’m forever indulged in the pursuit of happiness
With hopes that one day I’ll thaw and love again
Because currently I’m numb, cold and bitter

Still I long for you Winter
But with your passion comes punishment
I lust for your Beauty
The sight of you causes my face to flush my heartbeat to slow
So I wait with feet beneath imaginary snow
For your eluding self to show
I’ve envisioned your return time and time again
Maybe in the heart of spring when many flowers and splendid plants reemerge
So would we

I’ve always despised Autumn due to everything that dies with it
My uncertainty gives strength
Entertaining the thought that my beloved may come
Before my heart becomes dull and my mind recognizes it own treason
And tears fall from thy’s face like leaves in this sorrowful season
The time of year may dictate thy behavior though truth may hurt and lies may heal
Thy must realize that truth is one’s SAVIOUR