Four Seasons

A writing exercise for my Uni Paper by repeating words and using them in different ways

Weary petal drifting.
Caught inside the southern breeze.
Finding comfort in its descent,
to the chocolate earth below.
Autumn colours matching,
swirling coffee in my grip.
As it repairs me for the day,
I contemplate the seasons
from the shelter of my lounge.

Sunshine days have passed.
No more warmth to lounge beneath.
As coffee coloured pigment,
fades from the skin.
The hours of light dwindle,
just like the need to repair
to the family batch, for weekends.
My father’s past words echo,
“Never mind petal, a fresh summertime
will dawn again.”

Winter will present,
with snowy tears caressing
drowsy petals,
lament for summers end.
Home comforts offer solace
from seasonal tantrums,
as the lounge basks in its
open fire’s glow.
Steaming coffee warms the body,
family moments repair the soul.

So let us repair to the lounge, with coffee
to soothe, while we wait for spring’s petals to bloom.