A warm autumn descends into winter
and the chill matches my mood.
As harsh a winter as we’ve ever had
feels right while I sit here and brood.
The winter chill holds on late into spring
fighting to release its hold.
I resist the warm and growing season
no heat for my soul is cold
The summer comes upon me unaware
suddenly sun on my back.
For a time my dire mood is lifted
but fall is right on its track.
The days grow short and my hurt increases
Thoughts of autumn freeze my heart
As it was a warm October day last year
When my world was torn apart