Summer fades in our hearts Though it’s still warm outside We begin to look forward to Autumn & beauty that coincides The air will find a little chill & we’ll see Winter on the attack Soon, we’ll be yearning for heat Wishing for seasons to cycle back
It’s a sparse paradise these days Feeling another season coming on Not supposed to feel like this At least that’s the way we’ve been drawn
She’s still the poor pretty rich girl
Never could get off the same page
Repeat struggles to survive
Tripping on my lines; a vapid stage
Reality is an emotion detached from my soul You never needed everyone to love you Instilled confidence to merely exist Forethought is a luxury that might just be true
Transcripts of the past’s failures We’ve learned, but not out of society’s grip False starts & then some Rising, but we’re still not quite hip
Blue skies are returning We’re running headlong into Spring Shake out all these Winter cobwebs Let the sunshine wake my soul to sing
The flowers are returning to the earth Seasons change and its turning warm Let’s smile as we head outside Time to stretch out your glorious form
Your dress looks lovely upon your skin Alas, its time to remove some of these clothes Let them fall away with Wintertime sadness A blessing of rising mercury, Heaven knows
My thoughts are strikingly inappropriate I suggest we blame it on this stifling heatwave We’re in need of getting into the fresh air To be free and once again unabashedly misbehave
Wandering in the forest without a notion With my lovely bride by my side Looking up at the wonders of nature Between the trees there’s no room to hide
Finding seasons we don’t know at home Rain, snow & all other forms of emotion Transparent dreams offer no resistance Treasures washed away by the errant ocean
Last season’s vintage with coffee stains Spelling out what we might genuinely need Hope we might outlive our transgressions Errant dispatches; all the ones you forgot to read