favourite season...

trees hanging bare
leaves strewn recklessly
scattered upon the mourning ground
at the mercy of the winds
fracturing their existence
I’m cold

showers and storms give way
to a gust of sunlight
fragrance of hope floats in
on morning breeze
and his warmth gently unfolds
upon the day

the light comes easy now
taking me to a place
beyond comprehension
enchanted by rustling whispers
irretrievable moments play across my lips
letting life in, abandoning the cold

stitched to horizons in unyielding thread
skies imbued in depthless peace
never to breathe another fleeting moment
knowing that this love exists
outside of time
in every single season