seasons

All I want is to be honest,
just like the seasons.
When the freezing rains come,
I want to sing praises through my tears.
And when Spring finally arrives,
I want to feel that compassion,
the kind that holds no words;
I can feel it when I wake.
it's overwhelming.

I know you've felt it to, I can see it in your eyes.

Please join me.
-b