more than four seasons

there are such things as tropical seasons driven by the sun
not just the wet and dry but the seasons of crops and fruit
seasons marked by different tastes with colours that suit
the times and flavours and flowers that are never done
from blowing on the shrubs and trees and every one
gives voice with odours that are strong and loud if mute
the scents and tastes fill the memory with an acute
sense of time and loss and distances that have been crossed
by each of us who can recall those works and days
when ships sailed slowly on the distant sunset seas
not for nothing are there words and segments tossed
into the recollection as into the bowl the many ways
that in the evening the sweet tang of the juices would please