WINTER
there is a sign if you look
the trees are spelling it out
telling us to have faith in her
even when no one’s around
roots that have formed below
will rise above ground
SPRING
she said the sun is forgiving at this time
as the light thins out and stretches
t h r o u g h
we are left with a softness,
a tree’s shade
a sense of growth
a blanket of grey
SUMMER
the grey begins to dim
the land left to dry
it feels like forever
as days turn to night
parched and scarred again
is the end in sight?
FALL
the sun has diffused
as clouds roll in again
please, rain stay for now
so we can make it to the end
giving the ground what it needs
as it falls from the leaves
it spells out friend
the downpours used to frequent
back when we were kids
but like any fading memory
we’ll have to wait again