Under stars that hesitate to share their brights
Amidst the half white, swipes grades of all the lights
A hymn broke out, setting free earth-bound sprites
A fifth season unveiled itself before my eyes
Iridescent leaves of bygone trees
Sing to me the song that they please
A psalm of otherworldly decrees,
Sung about the comet faring dreams;
A comet reaching to hear our pleas
Asked to speak of your iridescence,
I fail to overlook your presence;
As I stand in present before your presents
The clouds loomed with luminescence
As the flowers bloomed with fluorescence
As dead springs sprung back into motion
As the spring sung its way from ocean to ocean
And the night told its day of bespoken devotion
Tales of the many paths interwoven
A few after fall,
And I’m reminded: sweetness of reminiscence
Only accompanies bitterness of a pale descent
For that while was plentiful, we’re all for excess
Divine smile, we’re thankful, but woeful of your absence
Asked to recall your iridescence,
Though it all occurred with evanescence
Your scents certainly kept residence
But as my memory grows senescent,
Recollections of you remain incessant
Deep into winter’s callous reign, we acquiesced
At the sight of the first glacier, hope was dismissed
As we whimper, cold rain had but truths to stress;
Nobody knows when again a fifth season manifests
Until then,
We hold requiems for distant requiescence,
Under skies that, hopefully, share their blessings