"Seasons Aging" by Cole Frantz

Poetry - Grapevine, Spring 24/25

I want someone to look at me the way the moon does

With cold beauty of the dark night and the gentleness of the bright sun

With the sharp pale light against the black world

With the shattering intensity of winter ice on a frozen lake 

I want to dance with someone like the breeze does

Winding through the tall stalks of golden wheat

And running through the waving movement of green ferns in spring

Flowing gracefully through the soft fur of the young deer 

I want to grow old with someone like the grand oak trees 

Roots twisting and winding a knot together in the earth

Breaking and splitting the the earth and stone that holds them in place 

The branches forever stretching towards the summer sky

I will die with that someone like the autumn leaves falling

My conscience drifting away like a leaf from my grand oak

With theirs in tow behind me, we will land in the mud

Waiting till we’ll see each other again