Note: Poet Warriors write with truth and purpose; this poem contains strong language, graphic details…
Seasons of the Morning Calm
by: Kelly Brown
cozy neighborhoods,
surrounded by overgrown trees,
in a country with four distinctive seasons
the spicy smell of street food
offers the only warmth in
the long, cold winters
hot, humid summers, hotter than
the Hawaiian sun,
make you wish for bitter cold
once the leaves begin to change and fall,
slowly see your breath like smoke,
and know that the year has passed.