Seasons

As flowers wilt In winter’s first freeze, Swaddled in sorrow, I trudge through memories In feeble attempt to feel The fire that once kept me warm Toes dipped in the water, Sweat dripping down our backs Someone’s daughter loved you so - She came from my father; A father of one I cried for you As sun set to silver, And I held you As blood boiled to brass. When green grass grew brown, I left you in spring It was the only way I knew not to drown.