Seasons
Pink blooms scatter across the streets
nearing the end of monsoon season, pink blooms decorate some of the streets in Surabaya
As storm clouds roll in from a distance
Equals from walks of life gather
this is also around the time I was enrolled in university
A result of mysterious systems
Whirlwind storms and tumultuous floods
Dark nights and lonely days
Seeking shelter under the same roof
For when the rain stops, we part ways
The morning sun scorching already
Rigid winds, clouded and grimy
Radiating warmth, pulling like gravity
A breath of fresh air, a remedy
As supple as honeydews in season
approximately july until september
Like mangoes saccharine to the pit
Self-indulgent, something to call my own
With all the love that comes with it
The fruits overripened, tender and dark
Imparting a bittersweet rot
To ponder a decision, a choice to part
For the feeling’s now fraught
Forest flames engulf and devour
The cyclical nature, another restart
Let the sun wash away the smoke
Graft what is left of the charred barks
Plead only the sweetness remains
For memories too bitter for this heart
about this poem
this poem is a years-long story marked by the seasons, instead of subtropical seasons here it is marked by monsoons, summer, and fruits. Each stanza is a description of the current season and weather, followed by the events that transpired.
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