We dream in winter
summer skies amber
and imperious a rioting
of violets between
slumberous stones berries
ripening on thorny vines
in summer we lace
our nights with pewter skies
meadows bleached a laundered white
fires blazing orange on a grey
stone hearth
in fall’s hardening we call
to spring and robins
and soft buds and Monarch’s wings.
We ache to dream
to bind the seasons
to us by a slender thread
the seasons coming on
with whispered promises
unspoken lies
the seasons bending
at their birth like us
to die.
Susan A. Katz