Seasons

In the seasons- as they pass my window-
Everywhere I look, all I see is you.
The floating weeds of summer- your fine hair,
The breezy autumn air- your fair spirit,
The pristine winter snow- your complexion,
The blooms of spring- your efflorescent look.
Your dulcet beauty, undeniable,
But my love is always surreptitious.

In my solitude, I am a voyeur.
The oppressive summer- my avid thirst,
The fol’age of autumn- my impotence,
The barren winter- my ephemeral hope,
The torrents of spring- my sodden spirit.
Half empty glasses are before my eyes.