Those People, Those SeasonsPosted: February 5, 2009
Survived many seasons
Encountered many legions
So fast to settle and quick to pass
And when they leave or are castaway – I fast
O ! you pigeons break my heart
And leave the marks on my door when you pass over.
Dear friends of mine
You whom I have met some time
You whom I’ll meet in time
Why do you solidify then vapour ?
Only ever so often though seldom
Even back to the former; so sublime
This time, that time, time and again
I suppose after all not only do seasons but people change.
© Heath Muchena, 2009