Seasoned Prose

Emollient air waves 
Breath deeply greeting
Benevolent morning ray's
Searing saturnine
In the spring clearing
Softly gaze lowly leering
Peeking and retreating
Resplendently seeking
A sullen smile slowly creeping
Constellations aligned
Silent summer climbs
give rise, to swelling tides
Weathered eyes
Sigh, abide and die
Retire supinely
Falling stars collide
As Fresh needles at the feet
Of the lonesome pine
Faintly reside as needless
Autumns faintly hum subsides
Lazily Pleasures
Vehemently fleeing, 
Vying pursuits of
Sagely treasures
Agely fruits flitting On the vine
Resigning to winters
Woesome wine distilling
Sipping from the shallow cup of time
And never spilling