The Four Seasoned Leaf Of Love

The Four Seasoned Leaf Of Love

Spring was a budding promise of a thousand tomorrows
No time for consideration of potential sorrows
Spring bringer of new life
A time for the young

Summer when the long nights
Cast their spectral lights on the harbour
Melanoma walking hand in hand
Waiting for the unsuspecting beach balls
Life guard calls
But most of all

Hope in Ra the Egyptian and Maori sun god
Giver of life
Selecting the buds as Spring to spiral forth
To new dimensions

Autumn the crushing of our brown red green apricot ideas
That never come to fruition
Swept up blown away
Beneath the well heeled shoes
Of the oblivious lawless pedestrians

The the glass hazes over
Death to tulips and clover
Store your nuts for Winter approaches
For it indeed may be the last
The Soviets alone know how to survive this season
With ballet, opera and clandestine treason
Secret place hidden in the fog
Awaiting Stalin's subtle nod

Ah the Winter for some ice skating, skiing
Others skating on thin ice
And so it goes
No one knows
Where it will end, friend
Or where it will go, foe

Until the sun shines again
Aurora Borealis
Storm another palace
More shallow graves
Dug by innocent under paid knaves
Following instruction
Towards a generations destruction

But the sun will shine again
Surfing, Skateboards, Frisbees and a few old men
That can see behind
The season's blind
That man is ultimately unkind

So tango softly on Autumn leaves
The snow, the sun, the rain it grieves
For the four seasoned leaf's of love