Season's Change

Soft, delicate petels of the flower open,

to play with the bee's and butterflies.

The sense of a clear mind with

Clear blue skies.

Gentle whirrlwind of cold,

what joy left has crumbled off the trees

and has fallen.

Naked and bare like he left me

the first time I saw him.

     The cold quickly comes to subside

     The empty feelings. Just like how

     Summer rain washing away

     The tears and sins.

Like depression, it's there

and once it's gone,

the sun shines.

          But even through the clouds

               You know the bitter cold will

                    always be there to come back.

RoTTenKoRn RoTTenKoRn
18-21, F
Mar 19, 2009