Our Seasons Poem by Elisha Nelly

Hopes of our seasons
Come to the fore
As then you Splash your brushes
And guide my every stroke
And crash my stashes
As you smoothen your path
flashes of ashes
That smolder into thin air
stashed into ashes
As they blow away into thy eyes
piling on up the pole
That used to house our hopes
Plotting a painful plunge
further down the depth
deep in the drains
Drains of hope
there my thought drooled off
Our thoughts thrilled
And there they lay brooding and bleeding.
That was what was and we used to share
Those where the seasons
That we crossed