If
every day were a winter storm
I
would die all day without a smile on my countenance
Wet
cheeks and purple hair
Heavy
jackets and cold fingers
Timeless
seasons of heavy rain
Crying
children and sad countenances
But
summer’s rays appear at the end of each green day
Causing
the flowers, air and the moon to rise
High
above the cistern skies
Smiles
and countenances embrace
The
growth of new life,
Regrowth
and possible escapement
From
dragons, sea lions and their hosts
For
such seasons we wait
For
a brighter sun
Shorter
skirts and short shorts
And
the embrace of the ocean sky
Which
lies to wipe our tears away
No
turmoil is infinite
Because
seasons change
