cento.

[violinvixen0302]

borrowed seasons

there was no need for cards     we would use
chemicals   laughter   the dangerous
blue of the spring morning

wintering in a dark without window
veil stirs its curtain
spinning and    fluttering

you nod assent     autumn turns windy   huge
a blanket stuffed with leaves
we are sleeping sound of late

each night since then    the moon waxes
into the light of a summer day   and
the damselflies pass as they would over water