Seasonal Love

I loved you in the summer, but I couldn't stand the heat
and you were not contented to flatter my defeat
with flowers or with virtue (to make the wicked wise)
I couldn't even hurt you at the summer's cruel demise

Spring had taught me nothing of the ground it spun above
but offered its distraction and its temperamental love
and autumn was a crusher with its boredom and its hope
it scrambled my instructions like a grey kaleidoscope

Now absence makes you fonder of the memories you lost
when you waved a white surrender to the winter's holocaust
and when it's over, gently escort me to my room
where there's cash to pay the piper this infernal afternoon

Taken from my live album of original songs and poetry, Artefacts Of Desire, from which I've been posting words and audio. You can find other the other tracks under the tag #ArtefactsOfDesire

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