The Seasons Blend

The Seasons Blend . . .
 In Times Of Tempest 
 Summer Is Lost And Winter Impedes Unto A Melancholy Spring 
 Fall Seems To Flow In Between The Tremors Of Our Hearts
 Movement In Times Of Dynamic Stagnancies,
 Feels Strange To The Heart 
 Paused- Yet Changed- 
 We Wish To Go Back 
 Yet Aware Of The Peoples And Places We’ve Met-
 Knowing That We Wouldn’t Change Our Regrets 
 Still  . . .
 The Tears Of Those We’ve Kissed Too Little, Or Kissed Too Much Remains In Our Veins
 In These Times Of Strange Seasons. 
 In These Times Of Draught And Of Salty Rain. 
 The Seasons Blend. . .