Seasons and Memories
A Poem About Love and Betrayal
Water running down
the river, a view that couldn’t be prettier
flowers flying up in the Summer sun
didn’t I tell you, my love, to run?
When Autumn first came
it slowly took away my flame
Even kids know that
when the leaves die
Love, in the blowing wind, screams its last cries.
Winter always comes late
one snowflake falling straight
down the misty fog and all the way to the top
of a red-tile roof
No, my love, Cupid its arrows doesn’t shoot.
And then — when everything seems lost and cold
is that a new root?
Are those hanging from the branches fruits?
Spring! Sing! Ring
the bells,
my heart full of joy swells
flowers their old beauty regain
birds’ melody the still air reigns.
My love, I find you down the river
the arrow has been shot
in your arms, I just want to get lost.
