Familiarity of the Seasons

Reality in all its tenses mere collections of competing senses

Those diminished in an exhaustive silence in need of respite

Relinquish to the others that eternal search for truth

Senses like seasons harvest uniquely nourishing fruits

Unlike the earth I dwell in limitations and unharnessed free will

In a trap of my own making recycling your ever present apathy

The scorching Summer of rage and regret has finally neared its end

Autumn reflections calling again, my trusted most beloved friend

Numbering losses noting pain revising lessons not to revisit again

Spring seems lost as if it were a mythical place in a forgotten story

Growth renewal hope filled with unwavering childlike innocence 

Longing for that moment of grace that righted all our wrongs

Replaced with an endless Autumn of quiet grief and acceptance 

A perpetual state of preparation to at once concede and acquiesce 

To the cold lifeless heart of Winter that forever bears your name