Seasonal Poem
Did I not come to you in autumn?
Did I not wait for non-existent buses
As the rain lashed my hair into my eyes?
Did I not catch leaves for you?
Hold fireworks for you?
Tie my hair up for you?
For I will come in winter,
When your doorway lies snug with snow.
I will wear wellingtons
And bobble hats,
Sing carols at your window.
For I will come in spring.
With the wind turning my cheeks to ice,
My fingers to frost,
My lips to splinters.
And in summer when you fly away
I will grow wings and follow you.
Build sandcastles for you,
Swim in the sea for you,
Sunburn for you.
Until I come again in autumn,
Waiting for my non-existent buses.