Metamorphosis Concerto We forgot the seasons vividly revered by Vivaldi, our grip, firm on the train of Baroque-esque brocade, woven tightly by tellurian toil. Like Babylonian occupiers scoffing and gnashing teeth, we forgot the seasons. Oh help us to remember le quatro stagioni, spring's nascent lungs devouring sounds of embryonic chirping, streams' serene murmurs and raw thunder staccatos, storms of spontaneous growth. We forgot the seasons' weeps for clamant change, our striving swelters away under summer's blazing rays, giving life to surrendered metamorphic fragments. We forgot the seasons' unrelenting fortitude, autumnus, as Atlas, holding up heaping stocks of ripe sacral promises, gramercy reverberating in celestial études. And under the frock of winter, adjusting cranial pegs and tuning cordis harpsichords, His hope, like tender apricity, kisses the longing heart. He outlasts the seasons that we forgot.
Tonka Dobreva is a writer and Christian life coach. Her work has previously appeared in Ekstasis Magazine. Tonka is currently working on her second chapbook, Undoing.
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