As I walked on by, attempting to
Escape life for an hour,
Feeling each minute tick by
Pin pricks in my heart.
I noticed many more leaves
Had already fallen
The seasons changing, almost
Imperceptible yet
So magical.
I stepped on a few, not meaning to
But my head is up, my arms are
Swinging, my legs are pumping
My brain is flying free in a perfect
Walking meditation.
And I think that the leaves
As they crumble under my feet
Have valiantly lasted out another
Season of change
While our vows did not.
The love that was supposed to be
Evergreen, ever growing
Failed to take root
Unable to accept the changes
In the seasons of my heart.
In your heart lays a continual winter
Blanketed by a virtual wasteland
Of ice, not powderpuff snow
Nothing soft, nothing delicate
Just harsh, unforgiving, slow to melt.
Am I to blame for the springtime in my own
Even when the winter's winds are flying?
Or for the gentle autumn colors
That fill my soul with their
Warmth and richness?
I embrace the seasons of change and
Am grateful for the one I enter
Willingly and alone
Because I know that each leaf that falls
Will be replaced by another.
Only needing the tender touch of the sun
And the sweet affection of a gentle shower
The raging passion of the occasional downpour
Well worked soil to let my roots grow deep
So I can reach up and touch the sky.