The autumnal Aeolian laughed in His face, affirming the wind of change in his particular case – Utterly inapplicable Undeserving – he pondered on The compulsion for change, on the Longing for a lone word to spread, To smear across the empty page Of an unsullied – uncovered – Pamphlet The springing Scirocco whispered Words of their unforgiving disapproval, Words of vanity and passages of Pretentiousness – Oh Pooh Unnerving – he gobbled another Handful of God-given goodies then Slaked his thirst; the goblet Brimmed with the stale waters of His long abandoned well The summer Squall cried for Compassion, urged for his untold Words to be revealed, to revel in Their freedom from his phobia of – All things Unwatched – his handsome features Described in yesteryears by others thus, Reflections in mirrors distorted by Greed, and misunderstood for – Wanting The winter Wuther dull and dreary, A roaring request to awaken, Unheard and unheeded A final call to arms – Averted Unrelenting – the closing of doors, Like an avoidance of life apparent, Like a jab of juice unfilled, A desire for anything – Wanted A perennial draught of guilt and Shame, always worn on sleeves Of silk, presented yet so rarely Revealed, most precious though When served in Anger
