Dangling

Feet dangling, fighting gravity,
Black waves beckon and crash below.
The weather is changing, threatening,
What could be, what has been.

Spring brought new light, and life,
The sun lengthened each day.
Hope sprouted with every bud,
Flowers bloomed, with colors bright.

That growth moved into summer,
Electricity built with each lightning strike.
The scent of monsoon hung over head,
As the day faded into purple twilight.

Shadows fell, as the sun changed,
Drifting into fall’s shortened stage.
Leaves turned orange, or brown, dim,
Dried, died, lost their grip of home.

Cold air stung cheeks and noses,
Joints and bones ached in the wind.
Snow sank with grace but didn’t stay,
Just soaked the asphalt beneath it.

Feet dangling, fighting gravity,
Black waves beckon and crash below.
The weather changed, threatening,
What could be, what has been,
With seasons blown through, ignored.
Through the words left unsaid.