Seasons

I am winter 

I come to you with all that is frozen in me

And need to melt

But first

I need your gentle spring

to thaw what once was green

And then

A warm May rain 

to bring to bud what beauty 

has been closed inside

And then your golden June light 

to let leaves, 

full of dew,

Dance away from petal 

of their own heavy drenched pliancy

And then I need your blue skies 

to sweetly lure the bloom

from beneath verdant crinolines

So yes, I need you 

But softly

And Slow like seasons