12 : Seasons Apart


Spring and fall
Opposite ends of the season spectrum
Winter and summer
In-between tying it all together

At my end of the continent
Colors of spring are everywhere
Springtime fragrance fills the air
Grass and blooms are exploding
Up and out of the fresh new ground

At your end of the continent
Colors deep and rich and warm
Leaves are turning and they’re dancing
A fall-time blanket covering
The cold and sleepy winter ground

Seasons come and seasons go
Every year a to and fro
A rhythm dancing like a tango
To the beat of a beautiful heart

Seasons come and seasons go
Every year a to and fro
I miss you – I know you know
I wish we weren’t so far apart


Why I wrote Seasons Apart:


While on your second trip abroad, communication between us grew increasingly rare. Unable to afford the long distance calls, I used the calling card I had purchased sparingly, until the last call when a stranger’s voice answered the phone number where I had once reached you.

No longer able to contact you and not receiving any responses to the emails I sent, combined with a multitude of other harrowing events, left me feeling increasingly disconcerted and exhausted from fighting against the pull of spinning into despair.

I’ve never been one to worry too much, but it felt as though I was being blocked or cut-out of my daughter’s life. Not knowing or understanding by whom or why, often led me to worry. Just as it had while you struggled when you were in the hospital – it ate at me, it shook me, it ruptured my core.

Yet somehow, I would pull myself together every morning and get on with my day. I’d start off with an outdoor fitness routine to invigorate myself, then I’d follow through with a shower to clean up and then I’d head off to my self-created job where I wrote anything and everything I could possibly think of. This eventually led to an accumulation of almost two thousand poems, which I sorted and categorized based on various themes and story-lines – just to pass the time while I was unemployed, broke, and in and out of homelessness.

Seasons Apart came together during an early spring day. Not as a task or self-imposed writing assignment, but while on a walk through the park as I headed towards the shoreline.


How I wrote Seasons Apart:


Spring and fall
Opposite ends of the season spectrum
Winter and summer
In-between tying it all together

While walking along that day, a constant refrain repeated itself like a song playing through my head:

seasons apart
seasons apart
opposite ends of the season spectrum

This refrain brought on thoughts of the differences in the seasons taking place while we were at opposite ends of the continent, which led me to associate seasons with geographical distance.

seasons apart
seasons apart
opposite ends of the season spectrum

When I sat down to write the poem, my spring season being your fall made for an easy opening, but it wasn’t until I wrote the second line, just as it was when it first entered my mind, that the persistent refrain subside.

seasons apart
seasons apart
opposite ends of the season spectrum

Coming up with words to follow winter and summer required a little more searching. Allowing my thoughts to roam while looking up words associated with seasons led me to memories of all the wonderful holidays and birthdays that take place during those seasons and the incredible natural splendor they offer as tying us over until spring and fall return.


More on how I wrote Seasons Apart:


Maintaining the rhythm of the verses that originally swept through my mind, I went on to describe the seasonal changes occurring as they do at each end of the continent, or as I’ve grown to know them.

At my end of the continent
Colors of spring are everywhere
Springtime fragrance fills the air
Grass and blooms are exploding
Up and out of the fresh new ground

At your end of the continent
Colors deep and rich and warm
Leaves are turning and they’re dancing
A fall-time blanket covering
The cold and sleepy winter ground

Poems usually unravel themselves with a very steady rhythm when I settle into the writing mode. I assemble them somewhat like a choreography, but instead of dance moves, I apply words to create verses, and I often break thoughts into blocks – known as stanzas.


Seasons come and seasons go
Every year a to and fro
A rhythm dancing like a tango
To the beat of a beautiful heart

The theme of dance, as presented in this stanza, doesn’t relate to how I structure or choreograph a poem – it has to do with a thought that came to mind while writing the poem. You had mentioned just before flying off on your second trip, how you wanted to take a tango class while visiting the country where it originated. This, interlaced with various thoughts having to do with seasonal changes, eventually led me to settle with the tango theme.

Seasons come and seasons go
Every year a to and fro
I miss you – I know you know
I wish we weren’t so far apart

Before I even started to write this sequence of words, the to and fro of the tango swayed through my head. Albeit at a much gentler pace than an actual tango, it was the prevailing thought that came to mind, which I followed with words describing how I felt for you.


Drawing from the poem:


The drawing for Seasons Apart started with the thought of a compass while focusing on seasons as geographic distances. The horizontal and vertical lines soon followed with a circle and I then applied the first letter of each season rather than standard directional ones found on a real compass.

Once the letters were in place, I added small details, starting with a blooming flower for spring, which heads the top of the seasonal compass. This easily followed through with falling leaves, adding a bit of weight to the bottom of the drawing.

Stretching along the horizontal line, winter and summer took some minor pondering before deciding to exemplify what the poem implies by “tying it all together” in the center of the compass with what could be seen as a sparkling sun or snowflake.


Thank you for inspiring me to create Seasons Apart


Seasons Apart

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