A Short Season Brings Regret

Cold winds of the heart issue from your words,

Where once they felt warm and pleasant,

A sirocco of affection.

So, I brace myself for the season to follow,

A frigid, cruel assault on my emotions

That once held you

In the warm Summer of my dreams.

Perhaps the only true lasting moment

My memory should cling to with love

Is that night time of Spring.

A night where with Fall among the world,

A bed made warm by our bodies

Provided a removal of Winter from our minds.

A time in both our hearts where

New life planted seeds of thought

And began to grow fresh crops of Hope.

Instead, the cruelty of Existence

Rose up from warm, fresh, moist soil

While rains of selfishness,

Sent forth from Northern Winds

You called friends,

Washed away the seedlings we had planted

As we lay together in each other's arms.

If Spring can ever come again

And once more we hold

?Fall at bay

So Winter becomes a mythical season,

I hope the seeds we plant

Take stronger root.