Hearts are strange places
The seasons change
often,
swinging with mind vagaries
Sometimes ,its winter in the heart
Dark and Numb
frigid,
with icicles poking the senses
and, the soul
hibernates
Sometimes,
the sun shines
over the spaces of
my heart
Wilds bloom
riotous, and carefree
with complete abandon.
My soul sings a merry song.
It rains in my heart ,at times
menacing cloudburst
shows no mercy
and the deluge
drowns my soul!
The fall arrives quietly
blowing away my dreams
as they are strewn
abandoned
among leaves,
weathered and dead
My soul awaits
the advent of Spring
