The Four Seasons

Small speckles of wild grass Looking like tiny green drops That had fallen to the earth Were the very first sign Waving in the breeze With their feathery tops rippling They slowly reached for the sun Growing much taller than myself Then the dragonflies Darting about like lost Messerschmitts Looking for a place to land Foretold of the coming As I looked down the long winding path I saw off in the distance A slight figure of a woman Drawing closer and closer It was you (And I had missed you so) With your smiling face And your arms wildly waving hello Must be spring ———————————————– The unusually humid Hot summer night Found my hands sliding Along your warm, moist body As I watched you Uncovered Lying nakedly on the cool sheets My eyes followed a single drop Of beaded sweat Which had leisurely rolled down Your gentle curves And magically disappeared As you awoke to my touch Smiling We both followed The movements of my fingers Thoroughly searching For a single drop of water Lost within the folds Of your thighs Must be summer —————————————— There was not a bird in the sky They had all fallen Into the top Of a large red oak tree On the northeast side of the meadow Each one singing Louder than the next Until all the leaves shattered And fell Must be autumn —————————————– A single leaf On a tree Unyielding Is all that remains As a tribute to summer While on the ground Changing patterns with the blowing wind The dry crinkling sound of leaves Moves to and fro As the tree quietly sleeps Waiting For the chilly mornings to pass And the warmth of a spring rain To say… hello I sit at my window Staring down the road Counting the passing days Until I see your smiling face And your arms wildly waving hello Must be winter