Seasons of You
On Spring mornings, with wet dew prancing
across leaves and blades of grass,
Standing alone across vast fields,
I journeyed long stone paths,
The tasteful wind at my back.
At the forefront of nature, I soaked it in—
In the grace of songbirds,
Wrapped into golden rays of rhythm,
I touched the Earth, and it touched me back.
During the peak of Summer heat,
I ran along dirt paths,
Seeking answers to melodramatic questions
That mean nothing now.
The sun’s delicate kiss on my skin,
Bright days and warm nights,
A life full of chatter—
We laughed under a willow tree,
Stomachs cramped with joy.
I remember the time well—
I can map your smile within a moment’s notice.
Radiant eyes I fell into,
Swimming in pools of sky-blue.
Your lips’ stain never left mine.
And at Summer’s close,
We drifted back to familiar paths,
Paths that led nowhere.
Remnants of endless nights linger
In conversations about past lovers,
Gliding down stairs when I miss your embrace.
Until we meet again, when Summer’s breeze
Brings you back to me,
I hold our love close, carefully,
Waiting to rekindle flames beneath a sea of stars.
Autumn brings its own mornings—
Traces of you in each breath,
Longing for your name.
Scents of nutmeg, campfire, tall pine trees.
I take off my shoes, feeling the crackle
Of miscolored leaves beneath me,
Transported to my grandparents’ backyard.
Carefree tripping over tree stumps,
Giggling at inside jokes.
I found peace in these memories,
Fortunes that roll my way
On the clearest of days—
Nothing beats that fresh autumn air.
Through icy mountains,
I pushed through the darkest times.
Nights so cold with shivers that rattled my bones.
Whispers of your name called from mountain peaks,
Urging me forward.
I took in beauty that only lived in the depths of my imagination,
Saw the top of life itself.
I stood upright against the wind,
Howling clarity into my ears.
I searched the clouds for answers,
Looking for God on the summit of Earth,
But found solace in an old, tattered photograph of you.
Winter brought feelings I thought were gone,
I realized it led me back to you.
Holding true, I walk tall, breathing life into my lungs
With every step, keeping you by my side—
But I’ve learned every season cycles back,
Each one sweeter than the last.
And as the snow melts,
I see you standing at the edge of Spring—
Smiling, waiting for me.
We’ll walk these paths again,
Together, toward what’s ahead.
