In this time of seasonal transformation it seems natural to look inward and observe our own personal "seasons."  

 

Change is always there

On the horizon 

Golden gilded hopes of sun 

To faded wilted petals 

withered leaves of loss 

 

Bowing to the inevitable 

Defeating slowly they fall

The crunch of crushed days

Rotting away, to decay

 

Cold winds cut like knives

Blankets of white fall

Dark days and long nights

Ice creates a shiny illusion

 

Green peeks out of white snow 

Water rushes down over rocks

Nights begin to dawn 

With promises of warmth 

 

Hot sun yields blossoms 

Bright kaleidoscope petals

Blue skies and patchwork clouds

Warm hopeful rays

Pledging happy moments.  

 

 

Published by Kaitlin Buckley