“Seasons”

 Seasons

 

In the midst of summer,

The leaves around me seemed to be dying.

My bones ached; my mind was frozen,

   as if it were winter, the death of a long season.

Dark skies hung above my head,

   wind swirling me into submission,

For the leaves were simply crumpling to the touch,

   meanwhile everything else seemed to be warm and bright.

 

In this decayed hold, I was lost,

For the seasons were jumbled,

And I;

I was tired.

 

Then one day, I finally felt a glimpse of heat,

A small break in the clouds.

He began to show me the color in the leaves,

But the wind kept swirling me into submission.

 

Months went by, and the winter chill felt more like an autumn breeze,

The clouds were less dark but remained overcast.

He warmed the air, but my heart stayed cold.

 

By the time the air was brisk,

And the leaves of the real world had begun to fall,

All I could feel was the heat of summer,

The leaves full of color.

 

In this decayed hole, love began to fill the spaces.

Each day replenishing what was being emptied before,

Now this.

This is where I need to be.

And today, I finally saw all the colors of the leaves.

XX- T