Seasons

KINDERED SPIRITS

Seasons of glistening gold…
Clouds of grey they hold
No worries, no fear.

Lifted for a mere moment…
Weightless escalade
A meeting of two souls.

Soft rain showers down…
Gathering raindrops
The laughter of hearts.

Come with me my love…
If only in our mortal mind
We share eternal drops of joy.

Curtis Vinson