Spring

As Summer fades into Autumn and the green leaves morph into crumpled things in stark shades of Blood and rust and decay The stifling heat cools down in soft breezes that turn harsh, almost, as the wind picks up, pulling said leaves Off the tall trees that Tower above our meager selves and the Sun goes away to sleep like the bears do like I do when the Snow falls down from the empty gray sky and coats the ground in melted slush and I Don’t seem able to rise up from my bed as I wade around in a thick sludge while everyone else seems to be swimming through Perfectly clear waters as I drown In my own self In the empty, gray cold of the ice that coats the earth That marks, for others, Gifts and family and new beginnings but not for me And all I have left to hold on to is the hope that Spring will eventually return after weeks and months Of cold that envelops me but still I push on because Like the flowers and the sun and the melted ice Spring will return perhaps Someday And all we can do until then is hope