Here is the other season— it’s beyond the moon
and outside the solar system and like a current in reverse,
it carries your scent— of citrus and cinnamon
honey and mint; aromas yet to exist.
Remember the things you saw years ago:
the orange gingko forest; the flute song of fire.
This was the easy, unfocused darkness of summer,
decades distant, only a fond interpretation now.
About the Author: Richard King Perkins II is a state-sponsored advocate for residents in long-term care facilities. He lives in Crystal Lake, IL, USA with his wife, Vickie and daughter, Sage.