photo & poem © Jesús Montero
How the seasons roll.
Don’t you just love that moment
When the Seasons decide to roll?
How they come knocking,
Following Nature’s call.
How snooker tables replace beach balls.
And leaves start to turn to then snap and free-fall.
How these figments of the mundane unite us, above all.
Whether you are in Montreal or Sevastopol.
photo & poem © Jesús Montero
