Unsung.
Each season bequeaths measured remembrance as landscape
slides from sleep to resurgence.
Winter\'s kiss does not leave the white throat of rooted fingers
death-locked beneath frozen earth.
Spring never neglects to coat earth with flowered embraces of
paler courtship\'s poppy touches.
Summer\'s fierce arms heat to a crisp with frenetic passion for
blitzing neglect of grave-marked hush.
Autumn\'s relief calms as colourful carpets spread with leaf-fall
bidding the brave to rest again.
Former lost unions bestow no relief until love discloses diverse
seasons of unsung vibrations.