seasons of grief

heavy Winter sigh
"there will always be more time"
wholly unprepared

cloudless, warm and bright
died on such a gorgeous day
reinventing Spring

cleansing rains repelled
martyring herself in spite
longing to control

axis tilting down
endless Summer suffocates
strive to care, to breathe

numbness overwhelms
rebirth demands sacrifice
shedding everything

finally a drink
fed those Autumn skies my tears
clouds appreciate

cosmic convergence
one hundred and thirty one
seasons did he see

lost magnetic North
searching for the Equator
balancing a sphere

frozen eulogies
"this moment is our Everything"
heavy Winter sigh.