Seasons of the Soul

I’ve waded through the spring rain
Felt the blossom of hope
In love for the first time
With this new season,
Then I felt the knife
The loping off of a beautiful rose
The pruning away of something
So something better and more fruitful
Could bloom in its place.

The heat and pressure of the summer wind
Seared the soul
Heaven’s kiss of dew had been held back
And my heart was peeling like a paper birch.

Autumn is finally here.
I welcome its quiet,
Its warm hues.
The butterfly’s folding its wings now
This chrysalis seems a chance
For rebirth.
Old dreams are gone, just a memory.

What will winter bring?
A glistening, shining blanket
A covering for past failures
A place to play to build ice castles
Romp and make snow angels
And pray for nights in front of a fire
That will not end too soon.

I had hoped to be with you for Christmas or before.
I had wished that this year would be different
And you would bring the gift of you to me at last.

When will our season come?
I’ve been through them all
And I’m still here without you.