I wrote a poem today.
Something that I have been doing lately. (Secretly)
And it is not dedicated to anyone.

I just felt like writing this morning and before I knew it, it was on paper in front of me.

Four Seasons

The traffic lights stand at attention
For all who pass to see
They do not waiver with the weather.
They are Four Seasons.
However, like the seasons
They change color.
And they give direction
We rely on them to maintain the flow
To ensure safe passing
To stagger the interchange
Red – Stop
Green – Go
Arrow- proceed
Flashing – advance
Yellow- proceed with caution.
And I think of you, and how you send me mixed signals
And how like the seasons, your colors change.


K