Seasons Poem by jodde taylor

Thoughts,
sailing toward
an early horizon
choices..
not always owned,
left decisions, drift
worn, across, the sea
lifting high
to sense, every devotion
glimmers of smashing white
reminders, nothing left to, vain
seasons, all greeted
quenching vines,
flourishing fruit,
making wine
breathing, with moments
prevails, the whispers
of our dreams
sacred the warmth
of the human heart
living for the season
beneath, fazes, of blue skies...