Broken Sonnet's for Cold Summers

Last summer you held my hand

Walking through rows of our flowers

As you pointed to the land

Smiled at the season’s powers

Summer’s heat brings from springs breeze

Watch forth the flowers bright fame

You said to watch our sun seize

What she needs for her flames

All in nature blooms but once,

You said best learned before May.

Come last fall you squeezed my hand

Watching the cold morning dew

As you guided my small stand

Progressing mourning due

We watched our flowers fade

Suggesting we’ll meet again

When winter is gone and made

And warm winds will be my friend

All seasons hold great growth,

You said we accept decay.

Winter came, your hand fell away

I found myself clipped in vain

A lesson best learnt in May

Had beseeched me in blind pain

Who am I to winters view

You said don’t lose my face

A new season’s all but due

Where I await your embrace

All hands are cold and too new

You said I’d learn to make do.

Disturb befell springs renew

With pictures of winters loss

Your promise did not come true

Such cruelty your tulips toss

These rains fall with no remorse

My season of growing pain

You said would be washed off course

But these seeds are all in vain

All is lost without your touch

You said this wouldn’t run amuck.

Summer suns arose for me

Last summers hand not in mine

My hand I hoped to be free

But with your suns brought my shine

Flowers fields of empty rows

The seasons power does scowl

No warm winds in which you show

Midnight moons can hear my howls

All alone I feel your hand

You whisper hold tight my friend.

Autumn’s heart undone with red

Leaves lay with flowers never set

I whisper all that you’ve said

Seasons growth with calm my fret