The Four Seasons 1992 Poem by Cecil (cj) Krieger

WINTER

In the middle of winter
I feel a summer madness upon me
A warmth
That radiates from your smile
Chasing the chilly of the morning
Far, far into the sun

In the middle of winter
The heat of your thighs
Embraces me
Enfolds me
Until all the icicles
That once hung long
From the eves of my heart
Have forever gone

In the middle of winter
Even though the cold
Has taken the land
And enters all my dreams
When you approach me
My temperature rises
Until all that is left
In the middle of winter
Is summer

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SPRING

Spring was dry
As I watched
The shattered leaves
Of last summer
Blow wildly about

The suns bright rays
Dancing through the forest
Lit up the sky
Casting long twisted shadows
Far down
The old country road

I loved the smell
Of the spring flowers
Along with splashes of colors
Rising from the ground
It seemed to make the forest
Come alive

Yes
It was a good Spring day
As I walked down
The old country road
That led from my front door
Around the mountain
To that special place
That I loved to be

Absolutely… nowhere!

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SUMMER

No blankets
Or sheets
Or coverings of any kind
Nothing but skin

On this warm summer night
As the gentlest of breezes flow
Dancing the curtains
Softly about

Outside the window
A star-filled night
Graces the heavens in a splendor
That seems paled beside her

How lucky and blessed
I am at this moment
To be walking by
With a camera in my hand

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AUTUMN

I remember
It was the year
The grizzlies ran wild
And the snow fell
Before Autumn
Had a chance to fill the land

I remember
The cold nights
Filled with a new north wind
That pulled all the dying leaves
From the summer trees
Sweeping all the colors away
Leaving the forests bare
Except for a keliderscope of leaves
Whose patterns changed
As the wind whipped the forest floor

I remember
It was the year I awoke
And when I called your name
It returned to me
Echoing throughout the house
Without a trace of warmth
Only to fall
Soundlessly
In the emptiness
That you had left for me

This was an Autumn I remember
That I wished
I could not remember
At all