faucet's running
in the kitchen
we drank our tea from empty jam jars
peaches smelling of summer and rain
come to dance in baskets again
the dog and the fly chase each other 'round
the old blueberry bush
thorns and leaves falling with autumn
piles of leaves with beetles and spiders
memories of broken jam jars
the cloud cover has gone south
leaving sky's of blue and grey
snow and ash will mix together
with our haunted memory
then spring'll come with fruits of passion
scraping up the snow's cold melt
where peach's cores lay soaking in jars
with alcohol
and forgotten labels
from years ago
and I'll sit with the beetles
the spiders
in snow
and dream of the seasons
who come
then they go
