Seasons

Summer nights

Taste of sweet smoke

Laughter and kindness

The generosity of strangers

The hopes of tomorrow

And the struggles of a past day

Fall days

Feel the heat on your back

As the sweat beads

Along your forehead

Friendship and belonging

In a place where you once

Sought to leave

Winter mornings

Cold short days

Children’s laughing

Echos throughout

But you are left

With the echos of the past days

Warning you

Because you are becoming something

You would look back on

And regret being

Spring afternoons

Standing there

The sun shining

Bright

But not too hard

Thoughts and talks

Regrets fade away

And you are left with the moment

And nothing else