42: Seasoning

Autumn, my love,

I would never wake

her;

she is beginning to change her float, my breath,

dreaming and holding

us together, rushing to her fruit,

letting her leaves to

fall -

I would never wake

him

for he is

a lover making

us

and needs his rest; let him scatter his hair, break,

lie down in silver

winter -

I would never wake

her

for she is

warm without a sheet:

beautiful

naked

solstice

spring -

I would never wake

him;

let him rise

on his own

decorated,

fragrant,

yawn.