Something Seasonal

Spring

Clichés of Bluebells…
atop Primrose Hill
where wise park benches
take their council

the city nestles below
but this morn she will not stir
as Steeples pierce
a Gauloise mist

Summer

legions of buggies
and self - conscious strolls
across this scattered park
a 99 falls
shock!
delays
a wobbling toddler’s
outraged cry

Autumn

crispy leaves fall
un-moisturized and earthbound
toward a beautiful death

over awkward anglers
a train of stunt kites soar

Winter

won’t you pass me down the tall blue glass?
and pour me out some sunshine