#PoetryFriday - Seasons.

He had spent his forty days in the desert.

He wanted a drink of water

and wine.

She warned him that spring brought new growth

and

change,

and counseled caution.

She spoke the words of winter,

and moved with the body of spring.

He knew only that he wanted her

with the sizzle of a summer sun.

As their voices

quietly

danced the dance of lovers,

he impatiently

awaited the coming of the rosebud,

expectantly.

Its bloom was as inevitable

as the passage of time.