Snowy white
Pure and timid in the winter
And just as beautiful and rare
But Alas
Perhaps unfair
Just as bleak and infidel
Fiery red and crumbling in the autumn
Until the leaves finally seem to have fallen off
But after certain storms
After a time of casting dice and waiting
The colour no longer is at loss
Like dandelions
Ferocious yet striking in the summer
Intense
But a ceasing flame
Ever longing and oppressive
But lovely all the same
In the spring
Pungent lust is born
A lot of exchanging of vows
Many meaningless rows
However
Fervent nonetheless
Although it’s not perfect
It’s still nature that is blessed
As the emotions move in cycles
You can look at the ever changing stars
Or you can look at the strangely fitting seasons
And work out at once where you are
