Seasons Fade

When that farmer Spring timely plants her seed in her breast forms a soft fragile vase seasoned over with sun and rain take heed young Flora grows hopeful in a secret place. Summer tills where doubt before had grown watered with passion petals unfold in the heat youth inhaling the scent that’s sown senses not cool evening’s breath on Augusts’ sweet. abrupt Fall comes in to shake the boughs of fruit and my heart’s murmur feels too soon a tune cruel Winter playing upon a frigid flute an epitaph scribbled on soft petals too soon. As seasons fade flowers blossom then die away expel their breath to sing another day. (click on the pic to preview my poetry book!)