Seasons

My eyes look down and I see hues of brown

I hear the rustling of my footsteps

The aroma of the stirring fills my senses

Once this was our season

My eyes look down and I see ivory frost

Scattered in the shadows still untouched by sunlight

I breathe the chill and exhale the warmth

Once this was our season

My eyes look down and I see vibrant green

Rhythms of droplets soothing my soul

Wet grass like sponge beneath my feet

Once this was our season

My eyes look down and I see the sun

Shining off the sand and water’s edge

The cooling warmth of the landing waves

Once this was our season

I look down and I see you

But you aren’t really here

Are there seasons where you are?

Or is it your favorite season all the time?

I look down and a tear falls

I feel you, just as I feel the seasons

Then I hear your voice from within

“Look up… another glorious season is coming”

2018

Poetry is not the norm for me. I have always felt I was a songwriter first, a storyteller second and an all around bullshit artist in general. This was an idea I couldn’t get out of my head. These words were locked inside of me for the last few days. They weren’t written for one specific person. They were written for every person who has been in my life and is no longer here. I sincerely hope these words may bring comfort and healing… both to me and those who read it.