In my Seasons of longing
In my Seasons of belonging.
I long for no more tomorrows
With no more sorrows.
No more pain
To be masked by the rain.
I long for yesteryears
Without the paralyzing fears
No more angry words
To scatter the birds.
I long for todays
To find my way
Upon a road navigated before
To the mystery of an open door.
I long for Autumn leaves
Drifting to the cadence of a Summer's breeze
Between the pause of a Winter's sneeze.
I long for Spring's enchanting grin
To the gyration of Summer's sin
And Winter's frozen wind.
But most all
When Spring leads to Summer
And Winter follows the Fall
I long for you.
Jan 7 2018
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POETIC SKETCHES
PoetrySketched in black and white - a series of poems dealing with a number of ideas.
