There was a season once,
soft around the edges,
that brushed through my days
like sudden light,
unexpected, unclaimed,
yet impossible to ignore.
It moved among ordinary hours,
folded itself into quiet corners,
lingering in laughter,
in the hum between moments,
as if the world leaned closer
just to feel its warmth.
Two stops in a shared ride,
a gentle stretch of time,
brief, delicate,
yet deep enough to echo
long after it had passed.
The season carried its own spark,
turning the mundane into shimmer,
a warmth I hadn’t sought
but held in memory
as nights faded to quiet.
And then December came,
with its sharp clarity,
reminding all things
to find their proper place.
Some seasons are not meant to linger,
no matter how bright their arrival.
Still, it returns,
crossing my mind sometimes,
a faint light on familiar days,
the subtle warmth of sun
and the memory of air
that once carried its scent.
A season that arrived,
then passed,
not a chapter, not a promise
just a fleeting euphoria
that should belong to yesterday.
- JPP
