Lost Seasons

Watch the trees turn to glass,
Or if its snow,
Walk where it blows,
Sit everyday in the grass,
Leave footprints in mud,
Quickly erased with a rainy lick,
Smell the fresh-cut with your nose,
Forget the ground on a picnic,
Sit in leafy piles,
Crunch them with your toes.
Wear drips of seasons in your blood,
Sweat, sneeze and shiver thick,
Forget to remember until at last it comes,
Live in their current love because,
Lost season's change their tricks.