Four Season’s

seasons of new beginnings

tried and true

trusty year to start anew

but its cold

always cold

time to persevere

until the warmth of the spring

kisses my fingertips and I am no longer questioning who I am

the basics

we grow

from a seed

to a person

rising up from the ground

in search of that one thing that we need

the rain guiding us

in our growth

until the sun is the only embrace I need

only for the coldness

to creep back in

making me long for the winter's kisses instead of the spring's

a hopeful love indeed

a helpless cycle

that I'd do over and over again