Your love is like an arrow... laced with poison

Is it love? or contempt? Disregard? Indifference?

Aflame, you bend, twist, burn and blow

Ignite us with your wicked glow

And soothe, your petals fall like kisses on my skin

As coyly you begin again

Spring, a fragrant siren, sits atop stone

Beside her, abundant, Summer’s warm throne

Autumn’s rubies in mysterious fathoms blaze

And Winter labours with icy-toothed babes,

With pearly scales

on their aquamarine tales.

Archaic, duty-bound

Cruel seasons cycle torturously round,

There is no pride, there is no fall,

It is indifference, after all.