Season

The rain has brought all seasons

Spring to summer and winter all

Its thrones

It’s the mahogany of poplar trees

The bright sun bathed tulips

I am in search for

The little girl plays it’s gypsy morning tone

the song of careful playfulness

I am in the search for seasons

Where rain has hide all its flowers

The pansies and blueberry toppings

Where summer has played it’s part

Of meandering love for happiness

And winter has killed it’s lonely maiden

But spring will come heralding

The rains and poplars and the bright sun rays.