Day sixty-six - I love...four seasons

One of my personal favourites from my poetry collection Three Thousand Doors:

Four Seasons

I should take the time to

go back to California in the spring...

the orange groves

full of intoxicating 

citrus blossoms

the air laced

with warm promise.

I should make a point to

be in Washington in autumn...

walk through the orchards

at picking time, 

the heady scent of apples

hanging in the air like ornaments.

I should go back to

New Orleans in the summer...

Sultry mists form a steamy shawl

wrapped 'round my arms, 

and warm wind settles in

among the swamps, 

hangs softly; drips

like Spanish moss.

I should be in Kentucky

in the winter...

where snowflakes fat as fists

fall softly from the sky

creating mounds of white divinity

to be razed by tentative footprints.