Seasons Pass, But One I Grasp

by michaelcahill

Seasons Pass, But One I Grasp
by michael cahill

Ah Spring, how aptly named
for I do
to and                      fro
gravity is merely a rumour to mock
a flock of seagulls beckons, I reckon
I'll join them, the ground seems dull
even this mountain peak a dream to seek
a snore, I sought, I reached, my feet
are fleet and need to run, oh my, the sun

                                        seems near

It's Summer now and how perfection pleases
every sense the smells and sights the life in flight
the trees reach heights all dressed in garish greens
with carpets, rioting colors anarchy reigns
and malarkey seems a sane response
even as the rain does not feel cold
the world does not feel wet

yet

a leaf

falls

clever girl… Autumn my dear. Was that you with a soft kiss on my neck
                                                        while my head was turned?
Yes… of course… most welcome… a walk with you and a talk
I know, I know… you have spoken of it before… it comes and I see the signs
that you are pointing out to me. The colors alert and then they fade. Farewell…

farewell

                Winter, I've been forewarned
all my compatriots have fled
fireplace reveries soothe
window scenes frosted smooth
                with you out here
and they in there

Now, I feel your grasp
and I must tell you
I will not allow it dear friend

I turn and I grasp you!
        We will walk along together
                I will regale you with tales of
        Spring and Summer
yes, even tales of Fall
you are acquainted, but you may not know her
                                        as I do

as I speak
I see my breath invade the air
I am alive!

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