The Sun rises rather early on my heart,
And the days of pining, are longer and hard;
So much sweat for so short a walk!
Empty rivers, but so much to ask,
Unbearable nights, writhing in the dark!
Heat waves and so much more,
And you thought that was summer?
Well, that’s the season you never knew…
That season is – You.
The Heavens are a picture of gloom,
They cloud my heart, in my ears boom;
Thunder there and the lightning’s here,
Mayhem there but the impact’s here,
Swelling rivers, breaking dams far and near!
Flash floods are here for good reason,
But this isn’t the rainy season;
That’s the season you never knew…
That season is – You.
Now they’re pushing me, to the inside,
To slip into my wools, to turn the tide,
Aching joints, frostbite in my heart!
Icy winds tearing the woods apart,
Chill in the muscles till the colds depart!
Snowstorms, blizzards and snowfall,
But that’s no winter, after all,
That’s another season you never knew…
That season is – You.
Then She decides to flaunt Her bounty,
And unleash it all throughout the county;
What’s in the heart… a song of eternal bliss!
What’s in the air… a kindred spirit’s kiss!
Green, yellow and red do seem not amiss-
A dance of the flowers,
And Spring could be all ours;
Now that’s a season I wish I knew…
That season is – You.
©Asiman Panda 2009
The Timber Trawler 