Which season was it when we met when I first saw you was it warm steamy hot or cool . . . I wish I could remember It was a day that should be in my memory it went away because of selfishness It should not have meant so little it should have stayed with me I wish I could remember I have regrets that recollection . . . would mean so much to me today I wish I could remember

"Season" is the last poem I wrote ~ a long time ago
In 2008 I wrote this next poem. Thank you for reading my words.

NEXT

Return To MENU