Seasonal

Spring dances to rhythms in my head As I slip into the forest to rest on nature’s bed Looking skyward, branches cloak me As the breeze dances upon my bosom Enticing me seductively The musky scent of earth is upon your lips As I shield my eyes from the sun’s kiss Golden clouds are brushed across the sky Their tresses dipping low in the horizon Where the ravens cry A ripple flows from an unseen stream Where a flower grows, curious thing A tulip will blossom on this very night Asking desperately for a lover to enter Summer ends winter’s fight As my head claims a moss pillow I am caressed by an overhead willow Tenderly touching the conscious state Of my body heaving toward you In the hands of fate A deathly chill has quickly moved in Exploding on my face with an evil grin Fall holds this devil weakly at bay So that I may enjoy your pleasure One more day