Winter rents the colour blue
Spring belongs in the chains you sew
Summer is lazy
Fall has drifted out of reach
your seasons are plenty gathered in harvest
love you play on tombstone and garbage
against the long green flowing rivers of grass
we made love in sights broken gasp
delight in moments delight in Brutal task
dark clouds you collect to paste
in volumes never to be given
blasted shots from shiny barrels
filling me with ancient sound
drowning draped shrouds
float in whistling wind
you love steals the vien
dripping minds escape
Winter stole the eyes that braved your face
Spring danced and could not create
summer trapped my only smile
AND FALL
AND FALL IS FALLING AWAY
About the Creator
terry simmons
Alien stranded on Earth -around 59 years now - friend of all cryptids -
fascinated by every living vibration -expected departure poss around 2038
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