Weathering Thoughts

In the Spring
I sit under that old oak tree
I think about several things
About those crazy times
When you tried to teach me how to ryhme
About that drama that I pulled you in
I can undertand when you say that you hate me

And when the wind blows
I remember where you are
And How Far

I think about the ups and downs
About when you called and I felt like I could hear no sound
And when I read your poems and laughed
and cried
and smiled

When Autumn comes
And when the those leaves fall
I remember when I tried to stall
And hide my thoughts from that thinking mind

Winter blows and snowflakes fall from the sky
I laugh at those memories again
And think of how pure those flakes look before they touch the ground
I think of how pure I could be without meeting you
But shake it off because I dont know what else to do...

And when Summer comes
And that heat hits me with its force
I remember that heat in face
And how my voice went hoarse

I laugh at my absurd moments and thoughts
And wait 'till clear summer night comes
And stare at those stars and fall peacfully asleep

So I sit here under the old oak tree...
Through fall and summer
Winter and spring
And laugh
and cry
and sing
And wait until weathering thoughts come again