Seasons

Seasons consist of more than snow and ice or leaves and birds
These are words
Which hold the meanings, condense them
Rather than immense them

Seasons take place inside of us, not just externally,
These changes sometimes seem infernally
Long, or not long enough, emotional or indifferent,
Hard to sum up, frustrate, intelligent
As one might be,
Initially
Seasons brighten, enlighten, but with time
Only seem to mime
Making words worse
Concepts reverse
Thoughts en-hearse
Letters run together, run on, sentence themselves to spell check and grammar
Drops the hammer
Yet I yammer
From the slammer
Of this thought:
Nothing we experience can ever be for naught
Every season
Has its reason