Oddities
I remember once
when I felt the sun,
the winter snow
and still I know
that nothing comes
before the smell
of a springtime rain
to cure the pain
of an Indian summer
of a late autumn breeze.
Those fiery trees
of the same season
and thats just one reason
to carry a notebook
to help memorize
a rusty fish hook
or marbleized skies
or a first true love
filled with the sweetest kiss
to carry with you
as you travel through time
These seasons never change
and with them you go.
But you will never forget
your first winter snow
or a sun-kissed face
or the dewdrop lace
of a spinderweb
that you got caught
in.