swevens of vernorexia

prunus

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
– i heard the seasons speak.
  
  
  
  
 
 
 

 
  
it's in silence i found,
that nature talks.

every season,
has a language of it's own.

i heard summer,
gush about children mischievous,
about ice creams and sticky hands,
about sleepovers with cousins,
about lazy afternoons and humid nights.

i heard winter,
whisper about frozen forests,
about warmed coffee and hot chocolate,
about nesting and cuddles on the couch,
about first snowfalls and ice skating on frozen lakes.

i heard autumn,
mumbling about howling winds,
about dried leaves and trees,
about rainfalls and knee-high boots,
about long fur coats and strolls through evenings.

and then,

i heard spring,
in twinkling laughs about meadows,
about picnics in a park,
about flowers in a field,
about love underneath rainbows.

i have heard the seasons speak,
for they only talk,
when one makes efforts to hear them out.