Transitioning Seasons

her time ends the last kiss to the air, her frost retreats passionately, moves cold hands from life her polar opposite moves romantically, and gracefully into poised position like Alice Coltrane across piano keys transitioning the equinoxes in melody a harmony of greetings, they love gentle yet harsh the various degrees of intimacy seen in forward charges and retreats life in stages ordered music her sheets freeze time, his heat moves at steady tempo like heartbeats to drum beats diminished colors not death ,but a quieter stillness looms in air with fire and passion a formulated exchange colors do bloom brighter ,and stems and limbs reach higher in the sky much lighter their touch contrasts one of the other but both submit , and obey one another even with stubborn grips, as seasons change hellos and goodbyes often linger no one truely wants to let go as they greet, each prays one for the other safe travels to and from where thou came In Love and order the power to regulate weathered heartbeats keeps them near and far like human dreams aspire to touch the stars although weary we to must endure change be it in life or death we are but a temperat touch in transitioning seasons from sleep to awake between Heaven or the coldest Hell Kevin Guru ©2019 Transitioning Seasons