Made with love and only for me

Seasons

If I could sing a thousand songs,
A million whistles on one breath of wind,
I'd raise an army of hurricanes that freeze,
With hail and blizzards of summer's snow.

The sun could only shine at the face of the moon,
And the moon, so brilliant and blue, like the resident seas,
That calmly beseech the storm within me.

The blossoms of spring fall before me,
The heat of winter melts my heart with pleasure and thoughts,
Oh so happy, how they fall so gracefully.

My season has come faster than a fortnight,
In the months of the solstice,
The days long for night, and the darkness loathes itself,
For days that are to come.

And in the midst, I dance, humbled by the light,
Rain of the raging rain, under the colors of the calming hurricane.