The Seasons of Divorce

Walking inside a white marble, Legions of snowflakes in the air, Like torrents of feathery arrows they swoop, Tucking-in the ground bare. In time, Winter’s arms hold the land cold, Blankets of white to sleep under ’Til the night grows old. Mother Winter loves the land dear, Pulls the covers back in March, In April sheds her tears, Leaving her child to its father The other half of the year. Without intention Father Summer beats, His searing warmth Melting comfort in heat. Water disappears Leaving cracks in the parched dirt, A hardened but fragile skin For the weather-scarred Earth. Months pass and it’s transfer-time once more, Cosmic custody agreement Imposed on the land for evermore. The transition brings Mother and Father together For a bleak moment Before Winter’s fingers envelop the land, And before long the cycle’s complete; The ice and snow are back. Seasons pass and there is no escape. Summer and Winter adore the land As much as they hate each other, But will never find peace Like a family together.