Swing Season.

The chains continued to sway
as the pair left the swings
in their residual motion
and attached to the poles
that anchored them to the earth
not minding the retreat
abandoned countless times before

The wind will move them once again
The rain will rust them from within
The cold will freeze them as if ice
The night will see them still as mice
The spring will melt them in the thaw
The sun will burn them after all

And when its time to swing again
the pair will leave them in the wind.