Seasoned
in spring
I am tears on your window,
and spears of thistle,
piggybacking your breeze …
in summer
I am warmth on your brow,
and dew,
cool upon your dusk and dawn …
in autumn
I am burnt colors in your gaze,
and the chill haze,
tugging your tresses …
and,
in winter
I am the keen kiss of cold to your cheek,
the meek hopes of your hearth, felt,
and the melt of snowflakes …
on your tongue.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, January 14, 2023
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