Seasons of The Soul

It is like a chilled Winter’s wind,

frosty in it’s breath,

as it sweeps across me,

through me.

Taking with it, in it’s gust,

just a shade of my spirit.

It is like a mild Summer’s sun,

soothing in it’s shine,

as it’s touch of warmth caresses my skin,

and comforts within.

Washing with light and life,

the corridors of my heart.

It is like an early Autumn’s rain,

gentle, yet steady in it’s tattering spatter,

as it softly showers down upon me,

absorbing, absolving.

Dripping droplets rolling down my face,

mask the tears of an aching soul.

It is like a burgeoning Springtime’s blossom,

beauty glowing on it’s petals,

as it is born to life,

with the light of love.

Bringing with it, in it’s bloom,

a promise of hope and the scent of passion.