The Seasons

 I left the place in silence;

 as the maple leaves silently left their home in time. 

In momentous desire,

let's get lost in a tangerine mood.

I never looked back and kept moving like the breeze of spring and summer,

Birds chirped, dandelions aloft the green meadows, and my hopes desire,

Dopamine days, rainbow clouds, and myself. 

Will you be my umbrella during my rainy season,

 and that cup of tea that keeps me warm?

I find you in my seasons, 

and I hope you see me in my thunderstorms;

In the Seasons of me, enchanted in your divinity.