Find Me Whenever You Sadden Me

It’s a summer’s starry night, Sitting by the dog, barking in the street. It’s a summer’s fair mid day, Sitting by the goats’ flock Grazing along the slanting mead. It’s a spring’s fore noon, Seeing sadly of the stony shore The sprinting of the snowy stream. It’s an autumn’s afternoon, Lost in the harvested fields’ hollow. It’s a mid summer’s evening, Walking over the grassy path A slow walk to the paddies. It’s a late summers’ evening, Standing by the willows’ clump Listening to the gossiping sparrows. It’s a spring’s morning, Welcoming, Following to the far: The nomads, their buffaloes, chained dogs And horses adorned. Or if a snowy winter’s night, Walking to the wild ‘skirts, Accompanying the barking b*itch.