Seasonal

 

I wish I could travel back,

twenty years maybe more.

Walking into corridors of trees,

lush green spring fields

coated in dew

and the

damp mist soaking into

the verdant blades

under my feet.

I am not sure what it is I seek

but I hear dawns

first greeting song,

and first love speaks

like a chorus of birds

waking up after

sleeping too long.

 

And in the

summertime

of my mind,

meadows of green

became our

private dancefloor.

I unwind, as the sun shines

In reflective

mirror ball splendour,

before the clouds come

to cover me

in another

torrential downpour

and first love

becomes

autumn leaf

thoughts.

 

Kicking through

the autumn leaves,

I see you,

walking through

the orange trees.

The golden hues

that sing like sun rays,

seeping over your rosy cheeks.

Sweeping me

momentarily off my feet,

but I fall with a crash,

and the birds tweet laughing.

 

Then winter begins

bringing the deep freeze.

A chill breeze,

as I drop to my knees,

asking please

is this all I have

to look forward to?

Solitude,

and another year

looking at memories

of less lonely trees

and down the branches

loves tears always run.

 

 

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