Seasons Poem by Anemone Flynn

When leaves have lost their initiative
and winds lead them into my hair
I remember the summer days, love
and would wish my soul to fly there.

When black cold paves the roadways with ice
and snow o’er the slick sidewalk blows
I remember your face in springtime
and yearning within me then grows.

When mud covers all the world in slime
and grey water yet drizzles down
I remember the clean, white coolness
and how I chased away your frown.

When sulky gray fills the horizon
and the colors mirror your eyes
I remember stark stormy weather
and sweet bright torrential skies.

When yellow blazing sunshine warms me
and heats the hard black rocks red hot;
I remember your heart in autumn
and colors I’ve never forgot.

When the ground is baked hard as a stone
and lizards small scurry along
I remember the budding of life
and my throat longs for a low song.

When fog hangs in banks over buildings
and murk washes color away
I remember the fireside of dreams
and know I’ll be with you one day.


March 20,2008