And the tears that fell were as leaves falling out of season,
in no Earthly Cycle,
for no Human Reason
Yet still they fell and were trampled into time
dull footprints mulching
your memories with mine,
then when Spring time pushes its head above the soil
when new buds bloom that all may be forgot,
We’ll wish away the seasons but know that we cannot.
2 thoughts on “The futility of Seasons”
This really hits the spot mate. The lyrical meets the quizzical and leaves us the richer for it.
Ah this is great David and I’ve missed hearing your readings. Got notifications turned on now, so won’t miss you again.