Season of the Heart
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Snow has vanished, ice thawed.
It's the season birds begin to sing.
Something inside of me is flawed
I feel cold in the budding of Spring.
Hot Summer days stretch into night,
the only time I allow myself to cry.
Nothing in my world feels right.
I still feel the chill of our goodbye.
Autumn leaves turn red and gold.
It's the season in which we wed.
We once vowed to have and hold,
but I sleep alone in this empty bed.
Loneliness is etched in Winter's frost.
My insides are cold, frigid, and bare.
It's the time of year hope seems lost.
My heart is frozen far beyond repair.
Glacial mountains have arisen.
I am helpless to scale their height.
No escape from within a prism
Whose colors are no longer bright.
If I could give name to a fifth season,
in which love could have a new start,
forgiveness would be the best reason
for declaring it the season of the heart.
Copyright © Lin Lane | Year Posted 2015
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