The Unopened Gift

Seasons of Sorrow / Seasons of Hope

By Rick Henry Christopher Published 3 years ago • 1 min read

Ask me in December my mind jostled on that cold gray January mo(u)rning when my brother died

The clouds were dark, the sun was hiding, my eyes were moist and I cried and cried

We did not dance for Valentine's our hearts were filled with bluesy blue

The hues of green across the city brought me hope that I could smile again. But the pinch woke my eyes to the rue

April showers cleared the skies but dampened my thoughts with tears forever falling from my eyes

Spring came tiptoeing through the fields of flowers bringing a sense of beauty in the clear blue skies

Butterflies float, bees buzz, the weather warms toward the summer solstice. Paving the way after a slippery slope

Like celestial dancers, fireworks ignite, painting the night sky with trails of color. Could it be a feeling of hope?

Ice cream cones, summer treats, and children's smiles bring me warmth and the dance of delight.

A fruitful time of harvest the tilting of Earth's axis brings the change of season. A time of growth, maturity, and might.

Red and orange autumn leaves fall to the ground. Leaving the branches bare, filling the mist with a somber song.

Thankful thoughts engulf the day. Remembering when we danced the skies the ties were strong.

Christmas cheer brings us back to misty tears as one gift is left unopened

My brother's smile, my brother's patience. It's December and my heart is broken.

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For Babs Iverson's "Ask Me in December" challenge!!! 😎

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Writing fulfills my need for intellectual stimulus, emotional release, and soothing the bruises of the day.

I’m an open book. I’m not afraid to show my face or speak my mind

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