Temporal

When I was leaving

you were still

a seed, yet to be.

When May I was budding

you were just nascent,

in springs early morning sun.

Now I am in fall

late afternoon; the suns long rays

dapple me with shadow.

And here you are in full,

sunny, early June, bloom;

your petals pursed

expectantly like lips

waiting for the bees kiss.

While I have gone

to seed, left to fallow;

wild and unweeded.

Temporal,

we could never be any more.

We share the same earth,

but not the same equinox.