We Have Encountered Three Seasons

We have seen your tree top canopy

carpet your fire escape floor

with its buds and leaves

of primal prehistoric green.

We discovered love.

We climbed your roof

with blanket and flute,

touched the summer sun and stretched our eyes

upon these mountains of wrought brick

sculpted across the skies.

We frolicked at love and found we were real.

We now eat apples,

and plums ~

The cherries are long past.

The maples turn up north

and here too the air is crisp.

We have now encountered three seasons

and must,

continue hold close

this seed,

We are left now in trust to grow.