Lonely Seasons

I. Summer, the dramatic scene As the stars are blinking, fading in and out, the bright moon smiles, slowly rising in the navy blue sky. There are croaking frogs in the distance and chirping crickets all around me; the occasional hoot of an owl speaks its wisdom to the earth. A shooting star grazes across the darkness, bright at first and then dimming to a glittery dust; lightning bugs glow lime green as they illuminate the sky. Tis' a peaceful night to be alone in South Georgia. II. Winter, the comic scene Winter has her cold fingers wrapped in my hair. She's tugging at my coat like a kid eager to play in snow. Winter has her icy hands grasped around my wrist. She's pulling me along like a guide in a blizzard. Winter's are never gentle; they get cold and lonely, so I feel trapped in a warm room like a turkey in an oven.