Seasons Of Grief

Summer leaves fall down like snow, as the lake takes back her shores

The flowers bloom wears frost of white and the grass no longer grows

The harvest moon surveys the land, making sure all is at rest

The winter birds have settled in while, the robin leaves her nest

Nature, hand and hand with death, practicing the art of letting go

Goodbye is just a long goodnight, like the rain that turns to snow

The flowers yield to the cold, hard ground, as the trees bare themselves in grief

Knowing a fire burns underneath, awaiting the sun to set them free

I cry tears of loneliness, my face a shade of coal, holding onto memories, while winter heals my soul.

Until the reawakening, when springtime makes us whole, I will rest my weariness, displaying the beauty of my own