Spring light shines illusive
through the clouds of morning,
Rain held at bay on nature's whim,
yet ever threatening within
the grey of billowing skies

Soft is the breeze that sends
shivers still across my skin,
memories of past days
echoed in its chill touch as
off it runs toward summer

And I, trapped in this cycle of life,
dream of winter when the darkness
brings no dreams, no thoughts of
past springs when the light shown
bright upon my world.

For the seasons change, not simply
one into the other, but also do they alter
in our perception, roads carved
by experience lay bare
the journey our pain has taken.

Let the rain come and wash clean
my soul, that the sun may shine freely
once more in my heart. Let me look back
upon that path and see the glow
of autumn that was his eyes.

April 20, 2000