Winter spring summer and 
fallbackwards in time 
I go 
A pattern of leave(s)

Falling away 

As if summer never touched them 
And spring didn't water their roots. 

Winter was just a phase 
You knew that those rainy May days 
Were my version of love. 

It is never the right time for me
So I will always see fall 
At the end of it all 
I go through withdrawal 
And still in the stall 
As the archer-man calls 
With an arrow and bow
Flaming, he throws. 

Fire created 
Spring desecrated
Summer repudiated 
Winter reinstated 
Fall and backwards, amalgamated.