SEASONS | A POEM

There has to be a reason to love all the seasons.

Maybe it’s you all along,

The swallows-

Is it their season yet?

I just love them.

The girl in the black coat?

My hands are trembling, searching for a warmer one.

Maybe it was you all along,

L-O-V-I-N-G you,

Has always been,

The reason.