Seasons

Orange Glow

He thinks of her when the sun shines brightest

Somehow, she will know

To close her eyes and meet a moment

In the orange glow

The very word born of the trees

Give her seeds, without a doubt

She’ll plant your dreams, and they will sprout

Springtime lies in every season

Even now it hides with reason

To surprise winter in treason

The sorriest sight

That I can remember:

A ripened blueberry

Unpicked in December

In each of his smiles,

There’s one ounce of spring

I should like to discover

What summertime brings

Winter’s ennui

Became spring’s élan

If he was my dusk,

Surely you are my dawn

My darling, one forecast

I know you’ll remember;

Only one will ferry

The chill of December