Familiar Seasons
I cry for the seasons,
They change so often,
A familiar feeling,
A kindred connection.
They carry on without a question,
And we patiently wait,
For our favorite season to arrive.
I wish for myself to be gleaming with excitement,
When Change arrives at the doorstep of my thoughts.
Instead of fighting the inevitable force of my negative aggressions,
I will gracefully hang my ever changing visions from a stained glass vine.
I will accept the transitions of thoughts,
Just like the seasons so easily transition to the earth’s melody.
Copyright © Tara Obregon | Year Posted 2022
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