Poezja

In spring I long
for the autumn’s stretched out afternoons
when leaves fall and fall
almost secretive to the earth.
 
In summer there are times
when I long for the days of winter rest
and in autumn I do remember the spring
which stretches her flowers out wide
and I really want to smell her fragrances
 
but I can only come to the conclusion
that life does constantly run into a season
and that a person has got to experience
all of the different seasons and times
with someone that you do love.