in early spring
as robins sing and
roses bloom. He spread over
me as sweet perfume.

He came to me
in late July
rising as the ocean tide,
azure as a crystal sky
swinging as a hammock
tied to the trees
the kiss of death
between my knees

He came to me
in mid-autumn
as hit rock bottom
as the crimson and gold
grew old
as I saw it all fall
billowing in large dust *****

He came to me
in winter
as I broke apart
and splintered
as I wept icicles
cutting my face
as I froze
standing in place