You Shall Return

Your colours intruige me…
They show me a story of a season.
In the hot wind you appear, soldier green.
As my world grows colder you change; tiger orange, then mud-cake brown.
When the wind is unbearably cold you disappear, vanish.
But I know you’ll soon return.
You are my seed of hope,
As I know that even when you disappear, you shall return.
You shall return.
As you are lifted,
Lifted by a golden-warm or pain-cold breeze,
I smell you. I feel you.
You smell like a breath of fresh air.
Crunch! Crackle! Crunch!
You feel like the crisp shell of an egg, only much more forgivingly soft.