Seasons of the Abyss

The day moves so slowly
Frozen in it's breath
Sun goes down so lonely
In the distant frosty west

Cold, malevolent winds are blowing
All hope has gone away
While fading life is flowing
Into a wintry, snowy haze

Icicles frozen in time
A snow angel spreads her wings to fly
Church bells and gongs chime
Hands reach out into a crystal winter sky

 
I am surrounded by autumn leaves,
Their vibrant hues of crimson and gold,
Whispering tales of change and beauty.

The crisp air carries the scent of earth,
Dew-kissed mornings, and evenings in twilight,
Leaves gently falling like nature's confetti.

I walk through a carpet of russet and amber,
Each step a reminder of the cycle of life,
Nature's quiet song echoing in my heart.

The trees stand tall, their branches bare,
Yet full of grace and dignity,
Revealing the sky in its clear, blue splendor.

In this season of transition,
There is a quiet introspection,
A time to reflect, to breathe deeply.

The warmth of the sun is a fleeting embrace,
As it dips lower in the horizon,
Casting long shadows and golden light.

I am surrounded by autumn leaves,
Their dance in the wind a gentle reminder,
That beauty can be found in letting go.

The world is painted in a palette of warmth,
Every leaf a unique masterpiece,
A testament to the artistry of nature.

There is a stillness in the air,
A sense of peace and serenity,
As the earth prepares for its winter rest.

I find solace in this season,
In the ephemeral beauty of change,
The way it teaches me to embrace the unknown.

The sound of leaves crunching underfoot,
A symphony of nature's creation,
Each note a reminder of life's fleeting moments.

I am surrounded by autumn leaves,
Their presence a comforting embrace,
A reminder that change is both inevitable and beautiful.

The forest whispers secrets in the wind,
Stories of growth, decay, and renewal,
A cycle that continues unabated.

In the golden light of an autumn afternoon,
I feel a connection to the world around me,
A sense of belonging and wonder.

The colors of autumn are a balm to the soul,
Healing wounds with their vibrant display,
Nurturing a sense of hope and metamorphosis.

I am surrounded by autumn leaves,
Their beauty a reflection of life's impermanence,
A lesson in the art of embracing the present.

The world is alive with color and light,
A canvas that shifts with the passing days,
Each moment a brushstroke in the grand design.

As I stand amidst the splendor of autumn,
I am reminded of the beauty in change,
The grace in surrendering to the flow of life.

I am surrounded by autumn leaves,
Their dance a celebration of the season,
A testament to the enduring beauty of nature.

It is the season of choice.
The season I find my love.
Where embers thaw and burn.

Bring me into your season.
Into warm nights of passion.
Where passion ignites senses.

Make me feel your season.
Into warm and sweaty embraces.
Where embracing smolders red hot.

Make me love and hate your season.
Love that summer of wet lips pressing.
Hate that winter of letting go.

At last, she arrives in splendour,  
bringing her constellation of colours:  
green shoots, white-pink blossom.  
golden daffodils, purple crocuses  
and even, after false starts,  
an azure sky.  
As new life beckons,  
something awakens within me.  
Although everything has its season,  
the darkness never lasts  
and Spring is just part of the cycle,  
the promise of heat and light and hope  
buoys me, and I breathe a little easier.  

 

When they have their own work to get through
and mother takes a heavy blow for all of them?

I guess we'll sit playing pretend
like none of this is happening

as seasons become fluid
and keep melting ice caps.