New Bennings

Spring is new beginnings.

A chance to live again, a time

to start over, I remember seeing you

for the first time, shimmering

light reflecting off the pond

in which you dipped your bare toe,

your blonde hair was long and curled

you smiled at me

Beautiful.

Spring is like you, perfect.

Summer is lively.

A time when beach balls roll in the breeze

and ocean waters beat rhythmically against

the shore, I remember watching you

as you laughed and danced in

the suns ever glowing brilliance,

for the first time in my life I actually felt

the need to smile, I felt…

Happiness.

Summer is like you, happy.

Autumn is peaceful.

As the crumpled leaves sway left and right

barely holding onto the tree limbs and eventually

falling to the ground, I remember lying with you

your soft skin so smooth and warm against mine,

startled as you looked at me and

told me what was coming

you were okay

Tranquil.

Autumn is like you, dying.

Winter is cold.

Like a nightmare that you are forced to

live through every day you wake up,

barely holding on you took my hand,

whispered to me

“you are…

Everything.”

She breathed, I cried.

Winter isn’t like you,

at least winter will come back someday…

Spring is new beginnings.