Online Poetry Open Mic

Back in 2021 I used to go to this online poetry group every Tuesday night and it was like an open mic basically. Then, life got busy with school and whatnot, and I think I've gone once over the course of the last few years. Finally last night I made it back and I'm so glad I did, felt right at home and they remembered me and everything. 

They started a new thing where we all begin the call by writing a poem based on a group chosen prompt, so here's mine:

Warm sun on my skin, it’s been a while old friend

The breeze is cool, but no longer bitter 

This is the cycle of things, as time goes on I learn

The way things change and continue from that new point

The morphing of fall into winter into spring into summer

Reminds me of the nonstatic nature of all things

The clock ticks and the calendar page turns, on and on

The way things must go

Even if I disagree, though usually I don’t

The rain drips down from the sky

But this time it’s gentle and easy

Welcoming me to open my windows again

And let in what i had shut out

Thoughts flow easier as the weather gets warmer

As neurons thaw and synapses begin to fire again

The birds who’ve returned to their homes

Call to me to return to the world

The one outside my room and outside my door

They tell me to walk among the grass and the trees

Like I have years prior

The temperature’s climb invigorates me

Reminds me that there’s something in me worth the same amount of kinetic energy

The thing in my chest,

Which bends like reeds in the wind 

And runs like watercolor down a page

I’m reminded my heart beats in there as well,

That my blood isn’t stationary

And I am free to be again

Free to quip and laugh and sing

Under daylight or bright stars

Yes, the summer brings me back to life, that I may metamorphose once again