4 Seasons

To Sister Winter

  I apologize, apologize. 

  I want to promise you.
  I want to say it will end.

  The inner sanctum.

  Swept clean.

  Refurbished.

  All I can do now.

  Apologize, apologize.

 Oh I long for want.
 For the things I've done.
 For the things I've said.

 For the way I am with you.

 I want to say I am with you.

 Always.
 But I must turn away.

 I can't bear the sight.

 In fuller truth now.

 I choose to turn.

 To keep one story back.

I want to promise you.

All things will be made new.

For you.

Refurbished.

Now.
In this life.

But.

I have not the time.

I have not the time.

To make promises I can't repeat.
To tell sweet stories that have no end.

I cannot speak what I want for you.

I have not the time.

I have not the focus.

Nor the patience. 

I can only.

Apologize, apologize.

To Sister Spring

My dearest,

You were born of hope, and bred from talent--with full cheer and charisma--you sweep me up like a distant memory made pure and pristine--truth--with you I feel I can see a thousand miles--a thousand forms of story unfolding and fluttering in the cool breeze--how can I feel anything small about you; I admit, I cannot--my emotion is set aflame, either for or against you--the direction doesn't matter--I care not where--passion always leads to the same place--doesn't it--for you embolden me and consign me to exponential flights of fancy--look--I write this so fast, see how my hand grows cramped--I sweat so much--with you I will go anywhere--everywhere with you I can fly--because you promise me that all things grow--and although under your wings I do not find peace, I am content in your smoldering embrace.

To Sister Summer

Get behind me, woman of the world; your fickleness drives me mad! 

I am so; tired!

You beg me on; urge me to continue -- I am more than willing!

You confuse me; so!

Who are you; who am I to you? 

With you; I have no answers!

Day and you are warm to me: night and you remain likewise; how can this be?

Your heat is a fog to me; enticing, erotic, yet too dense to breathe!

You say I lead; rightfully I should -- that is my position -- but I can't find my bearings!

Where are we going?

To Sister Autumn

i don't know you

not yet not really

maybe i cant in this life

i only know the stories

the feeling

passing glimmers of your radiance

you are the mystery

and the blood 

for that i reach

how long will you make me wait

wait will i ever find you wait

will you lead me to yourself

how can i unless you make yourself known to me

all the world

all the streets

all the trees

pale in form to you

they are powerful reminders the rocks and the cliffs

that they are scorched shadows shadows of your genius

oh to make it to that day wait

when

i will no longer doubt wait

no longer count

each phrase wait

that must pass before

before you remove the scales 

from my eyes let me see

come to me wont you

oh

be here wont you

oh

ache ache and ache

feel the good burn

nevertheless

it is but a vision a forerunner a sweet taste

of you

i seek i wait i die

you