Seasons Pass

Midsummer nights,

jasmine, honeysuckle

hanging from walls,

clematis clinging purple

against a hedge of roses,

shades paling in dusk,

dreams of a summer past

hanging on the air.

 

Dreams of another garden

where you kissed me,

your lips hard on mine

taking my soft breath;

night of strange magic.

 

Then winter came,

scents of summer gone.

Stark black the trees

against a charcoal sky,

the flowers withered,

love turned to frost

                                               

Icicles hanging from walls,

memory of gardens gone,

I am released from longing

for all that never was,

a passing seasonal love

fast faded with the cold.

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