If you think of me in Spring, my love,
let the perfume from orange blossoms
carried by a gentle breeze kiss you
lightly on the cheek and bluebirds lift
your spirit where clouds drift across the
sky with no limits to your heart’s song.

If you think of me in summer, my love,
let the heat of the sun heal your sorrow
while picking ripe tomatoes, peppers
and greens, all the time knowing the
soil and this Earth are replenished each
season time and time again.

If you think of me in Autumn, my love,
the leaves falling, a myriad of colors
in reds, golds and burgundies, let not
the tears of absence fall in vain for only
look up to see the once lush tree is now
naked and bare allowing the wind and
sun to caress hidden places.

And if you think of me in winter, my love,
icy rain against your face, the soft moist
ground under your feet; cedar waxwings
watching you as they feast on berries red
as our lips when we pressed against luscious
skin, just know these were our gifts forever.

Georgette Howington is a Martinez poet. The above poem was an Honorable Mention at this year’s Benicia Love Poetry Contest.

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