The Queen of Seasons

I’m an adolescent to your autumn breeze
Your Fall leaves blow in your Winter eyes
I imagine your touch to be that of Heaven’s touch
Like an Angel your holiness is a bit too much
My dreams of you feel like the aftermath of a hurricane
My daydreams of you feel like thunder and rain
Your shock mutates me into another person
Your moisture prevents me from being sane
I long to see your flowers bloom
I long to tend to your garden and make room
Room for your pollen to spread
Room for all the hairs on your flower’s head
Bloom, bloom, bloom
Don’t let my Fall Spring
Or your Summer assume
That my winter will be cold
Or my autumn brisk
For you are the hand I never kissed