Oh, how I missed thee

 ...good ol' Poetry :)

(A foiled attempt at vers libre)

A Matter of Season

Has winter passed us by?
The fire flickers or it does hide
Under the guise of coldness,
Of this strange distance where we began.

Perhaps it’s time for spring
When trees bloom
Thus we grow,
Sowing and reaping
Sowing and weeping.

Shall we wait for autumn
When golden leaves fall?
They go a-crackin’, dried and broken
Shaken and shaken
Until their fall.
Can you hold on a little bit more?

But I look to summer,
Though it hasn’t come.
I lay still gazing towards the sun.
I’ll meet you there
At its peak, under the scorching heat
When church bells ring,
Church bells sing.