Spring is here
We move like willows in the breeze
Permanently fragile
But yet
Managing to hold on
Somehow

Summer is here
It is the era of passion
Of making love
Sheepishly
As the sun looks on
Berating our childish antics

Autumn is here
We bleed like leaves falling from a maple tree
Our colours change at chameleon speed
But tangerine is just
A whiter shade of ruby
Our love is weak

Winter is here
We trade places like Lunar and Solar do
Solitude chills us to the bone
But we are wrapped up in sheets – of each other’s skin
Two hearts
Are warmer than one