I kissed
the rim of morning,
hoping
I wasn't just your shot of
espresso...

But as I depart
upon the bittersweet clouds,
distances away
the venturesome winds carried
my ambitious heart.

Our love is the seasons
Never perfect, always changing.
We stand on different reasons
but our bond is still sustaining.

Like the spring blossoms
we too shall only grow...
but like the golden autumn
a change will undergo...

And when wintry whites frost
sometimes you leave me cold,
but like the blazing summer exhaust
we too burn fiery gold.

Crisped wind brushes through my tresses
and a hint of ice passed my skin.
The sun-kissed ceiling painted a faint yellow blanket
over the harmonious foliage.

In the jet black silence I can hear them-
the bitter leaves chattering back and forth.
But as the first pinch of light pours out,
the playful bushes are awake

And the singing, green giants hum a melody.
The rural path is not so lonesome,
for the perfumed, green pillows are comforting
while the golden fingertips guide the way.