Blossom

In amity, to hold on with longanimity

Light pink turns red

A clear tear can appear blue 

A bright fire can turn to sapphire

Cold and without feeling

Stay with me, I can’t believe the past becomes reality

While I remain presently in disbelief

A heavy sigh with no retake

Breath held to prevent a future, drowning in the same sorrow

Tomorrow only varies from today, slightly ever so

Leaves green turn to gold, red, and ash into snow 

Seasons pass and soon we go

To new places, see new faces

Time changes as it all ages

Photographs will keep your smile uncreased

Until they are folded over, forgotten

© The Sad Owl

Love’s Seasons

How we met like this

Serendipitous

All the colors of autumn

Falling around us

The last leaves wither

It was winter

In the blink of an eye

You and I

Moved like the hands of the clock

Seconds seemed precious

In the hours we would talk

When did it contract to repetitous

Once funny became lame

Unique became the same

All the words repeated motions

Followed without new questions

Spring brought new hope

Yes we could renew this life

Nope.

Summer came with the same light

The growth of flowers and leaves was as certain

As our growing apart

The four seasons of love restart

No better the intentions