J.M.W. Turner (1775 - 1851)

hearts turn to march turns to april
may turns from spring turns to stare
at the stunning things the summer brings
in the pocket of an afternoon in
june skips ahead turns to august
leaves turn to gold turns to fall
in love with all the ways
you turn my days into memories
sweet memories sink
deep in the bones of november
steep turns of roads turned towards home
turning collars to the wind that sweeps
through december I remember how
hearts turn to march turns to april
shoots turn from green turn to spring
I turn to you turn to me
finding what turns out to be
a timeless heart