Of Colors and Seasons

August 1 Red, red autumn thinking of someone with colors in my mind magicked onto the landscape; fading into long, cold night temptation does not worry me - it's the end that scares me. January 2 Deep, ice blue winter coming but never leaving I miss the polychromatic fall the love of my life is a rainbow trifecta gold, red, and brown warm memories and cinnabar dreams. All these dead at my feet my feet buried in snow snow which doesnt melt for months months I could have been with you but, alas, can't. April 3 The greenof breakthrough, growth spurts and baby buds - every april shower like tears of joy O the joyous season that rainy season which proffers newborn life life like sparkling cerulean waters waters clinging to old-clung moss days of fate inspired. July 4 His name is Summer. The hot, saffron scented, sweated sin I'm not asking for forgiveness for secretly wishing the beauty of autumn or the silent splendor of a snowy winter or the careless fever of spring but I'll take summer for what it is at its blue sky heart and partly cloudy mind and a sun-filled smile to last me one more year.