The Harvest of Desire
by Rai
I’ll remember Winter as “the time before”,
Before this Was, and That was no more
When ice builds a bridge to impossible shores
I’ll remember Winter where silence is born.
I’ll remember Spring as when temptation grew
On a bed of old thorns six roses bloomed,
All soft, red, and sweet smelling perfume
I’ll remember Spring as Love, renewed.
And Summer, Ah! Summer
The trees team with life
Laughter and play replace what was strife,
But hellish your heat
And madness your mission,
I’ll remember Summer as a time to start wishing
Fore Autumn, what pages this pen could fill!
Your bright falling leaves rest so peaceful and still
Incense of sandalwood, frankincense, and myrrh
Liven the spirit, and oh! how it stirs.
Yes, Autumn I remember such beauty and joy
Orange pumpkins in patches, red apples in bushels,
Yellow squash in the hand, stew simmering, bread brimming,
And coffee never tasted so rich.
Autumn I remember as the best season ever
Late August, September, October, November
When a poet’s thoughtful prose start to glow like a fire
I’ll remember Autumn as the harvest of desire.
