Weakening Seasons

Two words were once 
Enough to say when

As the seasons break down
Our noses tell us
Trees burn 

Our ears are burning too
The clouds are calling our names 
To demand an account
Of how their cycles shattered 
Over their previous altar

The land explains loudest:
Cataclism summer 
Is too specific
For our fall 

We look like frozen water 
Stasis ringing around 
Our failed heads 

Imaginations finally building
The picture of everything change