Recently I ran across a status update from a friend that struck a chord. The post read in part ” “Change comes with seasons so as the seasons change so must we… I wrote the poem which I’m sharing below nearly two years ago entitled: seasons change with a similar theme.
Life is about evolution. Individually we go through a plethora of changes every single day. Sometimes we fight against these changes and refuse to adapt and accept new realities. Situations change. Relationships change. We change emotionally. We change mentally. We change physically. Change can be good. Change can hurt. Change can heal. No matter what though; change in inevitable.
Weeping like a willow
Monsoon rains tear stained pillowshurricane cameclouds dissipateso it seems strange you no longer seem the sameIs it me I proclaimed as my seasons changedominous moods cameorange clouds turned greythen blue as I turned to youBut on this day it pains me to say maybe you were more fair-weather than trueI’ve come to realize as I look to the sky through the storm you were there to pull me throughnow my sun shines bright and I turn to the side stunned as I no longer see youTime always reveals which sequoia is realwhich will last after the storm has passedThis I confess no need to worry or obsessas I move on no hymns, dirges , or melancholy words to professOur journey is now through but I’ll never forget youjust reason it’s our season‘s time to changesince it no longer feels the samePhoto credit: Painter Factory
