Four Seasons

Stuck in the barren sick death of December
White coldness filling lungs and coughing voices
Blood thick with an overabundance of infection
Dwindling fruit and wells run dry
Praying, hoping, begging, grieving, regretful thinking -

Washed clean with big blue drops full of newness
Thirst quenched, sickness healed
The freshness of love, a season of joy
Reflection and lightness and hopeful complexions
Old endings make new beginnings -

Smoldering hot burns the sin off darkened skin
Bright white light hot and begging, June, July, August
A gust of new wind still hot and wet, "It came from the Gulf"
It came from the lies and tries
The storm punishes us, the only calm is the eye of God -

Once again another change, the leaves, the Earth
Brown, yellow, red richness, thick with change and new weather
So chilled as to wrap me in a sweater and hold me tight
I prepare, it starts again, "I've yet to fix this mess"
Here we go, new tears a slowly ending year, it's winter again.