With Hands Like Seasons Poem by Priya Yanambaka

Sipping coffee and reading papers,
I let the years of memories rewind,
Like winter and autumn,
You held me so close,
Like spring and summer,
You let me unfold,
Those were days of joy and tears,
With every minute captured and feared,
Never to be forgotten in the winds of time,
Because you framed my soul,
So delicate and cold,
Wrapped in ribbons of golden,
With hands like seasons,
You covered every outline,
In directions, they had assigned,
And when some stranger would uncover me,
He would find a picture of a woman so blur,
Sipping coffee and reading papers.