Through The Seasons Poem by Cecil (cj) Krieger

MUST BE SPRING

Small speckles of wild grass
Looking like tiny green drops
That had fallen to the earth
Were the very first sign

Waving in the breeze
With their feathery tops rippling
They slowly reached for the sun
Growing much taller than myself

Then the dragonflies
Darting about like lost Messerschmitts
Looking for a place to land
Foretold of the coming

As I looked down the long winding path
I saw off in the distance
A slight figure of a woman
Drawing closer and closer

It was you
(And I had missed you so)
With your smiling face
And your arms wildly waving hello

Must be spring

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MUST BE SUMMER

The unusually humid
Hot summer night
Found my hands sliding
Along your warm, moist body

As I watched you
Uncovered
Lying nakedly on the cool sheets
My eyes followed a single drop
Of beaded sweat
Which had leisurely rolled down
Your gentle curves
And magically disappeared

As you awoke to my touch
Smiling
We both followed
The movements of my fingers
Thoroughly searching
For a single drop of water
Lost within the folds
Of your thighs

Must be summer

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MUST BE AUTUMN

There was not a bird in the sky
They had all fallen
Into the top
Of a large red oak tree
On the northeast side of the meadow

Each one singing
Louder than the next
Until all the leaves shattered
And fell

Must be autumn

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MUST BE WINTER

A single leaf
On a tree
Unyielding
Is all that remains
As a tribute to summer

While on the ground
Changing patterns with the blowing wind
The dry crinkling sound of leaves
Moves to and fro

As the tree quietly sleeps
Waiting
For the chilly mornings to pass
And the warmth of a spring rain
To say… hello

I
Sit at my window
Staring down the road
Still waiting… for you

Must be winter