Seasons

By Jose Manuel Pereyra

My soul is the soil where leaves

have landed and kissed

turning red and yellow

to autumn’s call.

I fall like October’s smile,

like November’s friendship,

making room for winter’s promise

that even in the bleakest of weather,

something can grow whether

you’re ready

I’m not.

You hibernate in the cave

of my chest,

and I

can’t wait to tell spring about you.

And when Persophone arrives and sees you

She wonders if you brought the blossoms.

We raise a glass and wait for summer.

Wait for surf, the sun,

wait for night,

It’s done.

I can’t wait to fall again.

About Jose: 

José Manuel Pereyra is a playwright, poet, partner, and parent. A fan of alliteration, and a former literature teacher for high schoolers. His play, “Somewhere in the Miles,” premiered in the the South Texas Latinx New Play Festival in 2023. He is a graduate of the University of Texas Rio Grande Valley. He currently resides in Winter Park, Florida.

You can follow him on Tiktok: @jose_m_pear