Seasons on a Pond

A drive in the backseat on a snowy winter night
Staring out the frosted pane as the street lights pass
Its a chilled evening and I can see my breath parting my body
My eyes are drawn towards a frozen pond
The flakes float around me and the night doesn't seem so still
In a few months I see it all thawed out
The flora is now in bloom
Little petals float along the water with no purpose but to be watched
In the nights I watch the pond again reflecting the colours of street lamps that accompany it
Filling the darkness and the pond with a cozy hue and almost warmth
I visit the pond another day...
Now the pond shimmers in the sky's palette
But around me, everything is shifting
Its only a matter of time before the pond sees a reset
More months pass and this time the pond has a new face
The decidous neighbours decorate the pond in red and yellow
The wind manipulates time and passes us, dragging the winter with it
Another cycle is here and the pond sees another life

Author's Notes/Comments: 

The world always changes, but something as beautiful and innocent as a pond just repeats. Why can't we just enjoy it?

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crypticbard's picture

Beauty on repeat, the

Beauty on repeat, the opportunity renews itself with each season's return,  a constant companion in our years. An apt reminder for us to avail ourselves of what is freely and generously given. The first line is also a call to rest periodically from being behind the wheel and to be a 'backseat' passenger at intervals. Thanks so much for sharing. /Rik.

here is poetry that doesn't always conform

Starward's picture

You have quite a skilled way

You have quite a skilled way of evoking the beauty and the meaning of the beauty of nature.

Enjoy effulgent days, and exquisite nights,

unto the exultations of Heaven.