Gaia

In the wintertime she sleeps with Toss and Turn,
stirred by nightmares as Cold
     chips away at her face
She squints against the white static
     of crystalline neurosis,
her tears frozen and snatched by Wind
     before reaching the ground.

Reawakened, reinvigorated, revived
     she is in spring
Gasping warm breath to weep in the ecstasy
     of fertility
Her cheeks bloom robust hues as blood
     melts to flow free
Virility and Vigor -- her cobalt eyes widen
     to illuminate her face.

She is lazy with orgasm when summer arrives
her back arched and legs strewn
     across emerald bed sheets
Listless and content with the heat
     of a boiling son
she rolls away.

But autumn is the most beautiful death
     I ever did see --
She screams cold and loud, stripped naked
     in the inferno,
her martyr’s arms ablaze in Citrine, Coquelicot,
     and Magenta;
Then she collapses into infinite slumber
     with a crimson gasp.