Seasons of my Soul

My moulding, shifting, billowing core
Like a silk scarf in the wind
So many curves and folds
Rippling
Like feathers in the wind
Changing flowing colours washing
Over
Fluctuating
Never constant
Love one day and mould to
Hate
You now, then grow to
Loving you
Never
Lasts only if I nail it down in
Writing these emotions through my
Poetry; such a complex jumble
Mish-mash mess of woven heat and threads
So tangled

Autumn colours
Growing love and bursting chuckle-glug and life
So effervescent
In its solemnity
So hidden and calm
Yet bursting forth, and falling back
Winter, spring and summer
Change and morph beneath my
Finger tips
So cold now
Fading back to
Cold winters icy touch
Or sadness
My soul’s soft seasons, never constant
Love one day and mould to
Hate

And falling off in flakes of waxy leaves
They flutter, icy-blue and liquid, from my crumpled face