Season Reflection’s
It’s where I walk
Turns to what I see
First time to talk
Of what I make it be
My temper is cold
The frosty wind glides
Lifting snow of old
And the mystic sun hides
During this night
One solemn flower twitches
A forlorn fight
In a world of errors and glitches
I lifted my eyes
And looked ahead
There was a surprise
Life in a world dead
The little blossom blooms
More pop up to line
Towards where the grayness glooms
But vanishes in sunshine
The icy snow did melt
Flowing like rivers
Smell of flowers it did held
Light on surface shivers
Following fresh fragrance trail
I witnessed from here
A mystic figure frail
Coming floating near
It’s opening cherry rosy lips
Telling me to go along
It’s voice lovingly grips
With a song surprisingly strong
The blushing specter brings
Daisies, poppies and daffodils
All the birds rings and sings
About flowing green of grassy hills
Warming my blue fingertips
With a sudden gaze
Towards eyes like an eclipse
Into the earth vanishes your face
Facing the warming sky
Laying down my back
Surrounded by waving rye
As I follow track
I notice that a raindrop splashes
On bare feet
Coldness and warmness clashes
Bringing a beginning to summer’s heat
Gold gleam reddens illogical
Grassy green withers
Seasons shift chronological
A leaf shivers
Unhurried it travels
Towards luring path
Time unravels
The wind’s wrath