The Ache to Dream

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 gray

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

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