I plan on a full update in the coming days.
Until then...
Come and go
That's what people do
Cliche as the change of seasons
How do I turn colors, die, and regenerate with the leaves?
I, like an evergreen in a grove of Maple.....
My loyalty is constant
My love, the motif of every action, every thought
How then does that love become bastardized?
My prickly green needles are not welcome amoungst the warm red and yellow.
They are left out from the bare brown branches.
Winter finds me alone.
In stark contrast with the white white snow,
all the red, yellow, and brown leaves long gone.
I must wait till summer when their leaves match my color.
When their lives match my life.
......just for a season......
Yet I remember every leaf as they brushed against my needles in the wind
beckoning me to join in their fall dance.
Still I stand alone
Begging for rejuvenation
Pleading for rebirth
Desperate to forget them
People come and go like seasons
Must every season end?
