Minchee Poem

THE FOUR SEASONS
- by Doreen Remedios

(As I watched the first Autumn leaf of the season land on my patio, I pondered on my 35th year of waiting for mother nature to arrive in all her splendour, dressed to the hilt, all dolled-up in shades of red and gold shimmering in the sun).

Autumn….it’s time to let go.
Just as the leaves fall, my tears fall.
Getting on the plane.
Suspended between heaven and earth.

Winter….I hibernate under the blanket.
It’s so cold and I feel detached.
The journey is long, oh so long.
A bright light appears, it is morning.

Spring….like the melting snow,
The clouds dissipate for the landing.
I see lakes, mountains and mighty trees.
The grass is greener on this side.

Summer….the warmth and sun.
I begin to grow and flourish in this new land.
Buds turn to flowers and the cycle continues.
I have two homes…. I am an Immigrant.

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