Seasons of Desire

How the months have gone –

Spring and summer

And now the threat

Of autumn!

This spring and summer

I gave to you

This spring and summer

Were in your name

And though autumn

Promises to be the same –

Why do I long to cry?

The months roll on

And we change

The beauty past

Is only a thing to cherish

And I fear for the beauty

To come –

Will it come or not?

And now that the summer sun

Is hot

You kiss me goodbye

You know I cannot

But accept this and wait –

Knowing simply that you’ll return.

Return.

For the fires

Continue to burn

In your loins

For me.

And you will keep returning

As long as they do –

Perhaps winter will also

Be meant for you.

Vanita Shukla Hork, 1987

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