Ride of Seasons

Lately, I felt my autumn craving for the drunken fall,
Not knowing yours had already quaffed my untouched call,

I was afraid to lay my ember on the cruise of mysterious dew,
But then yours came rushing in, softening me in a mellifluous hue,

All of a sudden, I found my spring in the zephyr of misty ebullition,
Who knew you were breathing it with ineffable rendition,

Shortly, the cosmos of my summer rolled down in a strange epiphany,
That you held your stars up to flower my symphony,

Then came the winter of my blue, tearing with icy thistles,
And, once again, your sapphire cradled all of my wild drizzles,

Now tell me how can I not carol the euphony of your seasons,
When they were there, always by my side, without any reason.