Seasons Apart

a title of a song inspired this.

like morning dew on the emerald grass
you cooled my tense mind
like sunbeams on a misty day
you warmed my chilled heart

the crystal blue sky were our smiles
the song birds, your melodic laugh
the joyful children, your spirit
the soft breeze, your sensual touch

blooming epiphanies echoed
through my rejuvenated thoughts
and without many words
I knew, You were summer.

I was but permafrost in the barrens
icy potholes on rundown streets
overcast skies, sleeting precipitation
even the moon remained cloaked

I was of the weak and naked trees
crying under the weight of the snow
holding stable, their last limbs
quietly finding pleasure in evenfall

shrouded in the flurry of bats,
desolation knew no bounds;
and in the depths of my tundra
You knew, I was winter. 

and into each others
eyes
we gazed,
seasons apart.