Seasons Revisited.

Seasons keep turning, like the hands on a clock

tick tock, the pendulum rocks, as we take stock

days pass, the weather changes on the fly

a blade glints in the young mans eyes
 a gull cries into autumnal skies

Spring buds a new flower bloom, an end to the gloom?

winter hums her final tune, alone under a bright new moon

a first kiss, as new love sways like a tree in the breeze

knocks you off your feet, spring just a tease of summers ease
the young man drops to his knees

Seasons change quickly, days keep passing so briskly

memories of summer in the park, or on the beach spent with glee

they keep flooding me, brief reminders of yesterday

when we used to run and play, before the world turned scary and grey
the young man watches as hope walks away

The orange autumn call, like waterfalls of amber blossom teardrops

leaves fall in golden raindrops from the tree tops

ground shrouded with remnants of summer's passing, in the sky clouds amass

to watch as the days are drawing, and the nights begin to trespass
the young man bleeds in the dead grass

Winter falls as the last chime is called

the bells ring out for one and all

the year ends as it begins, sirens and gunpowder to see it in
the young man lays with broken skin

the cycle begins again, a web of tangled memories, the endless threads we spin 

Thanks For Reading
Peace & Love.
Kyle.

I was never entirely happy with the last version of this piece, it was always supposed to have a slightly darker edge, this version is closer to my original intentions.
I am also hopeful that this will be one of my first spoken word pieces performed live to a real audience.