12 Seasons

For 12 seasons there was anticipation of the next;
the wind blew mornings and sunsets one after the other
regardless of weather
or mood

Ignorant hope danced with informed optimism
that came with each new opportunity, so life
always smelled clean,
like new,

Alas youth too has its drawbacks and fresh cuttings
release fresh colors, but also fresh pollen,
allergy be damned
and so forth.

Enter understanding and love without expectation --
Ghosts get scared and a protagonist arises
at the perfect time
with a grin

Suddenly there’s no rush for Fall to relieve Summer;
it’s hot and muggy but the weather’s just right,
rejoice now, the heart is ravenous at the feast
of indulgent peace.