Seasons

How refreshing it is to wake up to a winter 
After a long summer swamped
In many a madness conflate. 

East and West and the Middle World  
Lose their minds in synchronicity.
Crying freedom, they hate; 
Crying love, they hate. 

There used to be innocence in ignorance. 
There used to be love in hatred. 
Now it's only appetites to placate 
Ever the implacable.

Summer's return is a given,  
For it is what they crave. 
And I sit by the window to gaze at the trees 
Dancing and dancing to a rhythm unknown. 
And I hold and interpret nothing,  
Nothing but its own state. 

(this to rewrite when...)