Seasons

I smelt roses
With the thunder clap
When petals rained
On my head ---
Night turned to day
In the blink of a bud
The feet turned light
Felt ready for flight
The arms looked
Like sprouting wings
The cocoon burst
Bright petals floated
Doted on flowers
That died by the hour 

Shadow

We hoped no shadow
Would darken the day
When the feet had found the way
Back to where our hearts lay
Yet in the shrine
Only the shadow remained
The head bowing all the same
Saw behind the closed eyes, ripples of emptiness
Soon swelling into an orange oblivion
Someone said there could be no darkness
Only various shades of night
From moonliness to moonlessness
And all one had to do was wait
Before it would be first light
When the search could begin again
For the new god who rejected all gods.