Confessions of a Seducer

I opened her doors to the living room of Spring and she came forth.  The scent of fresh rain and Forsythia filled the air as she pasted through.



I raised her windows, that Summer of heat, and she breathed and watched and became the different people inside her.  Then she wondered why the acquaintance- so long- has been delayed.

I stroked her fireplace, the Autumn of sweetened resolve, feeding her hearth with fuel, burning, giving warmth that both lulled and awakened her senses.  Slowly, irrefutably, the embers drifted off.

She opened her eyes then............................I lost her.  To the Winter of freezing desolation.  Wishing again for the Spring.    






Adapted from:
The Arctic Archipelago and other poems
By Luis Francia