Seasons

Nature, always beautifully conspiring, and the tides call on my name

And as the waves arrive, they say goodbye, so true, so humbled again

With winds that twist, and rattle and shake

No fear shall overcome me, just joy, this noise, I wake

Seasons are all around us, this one, that one, done

To search the search that searchers search; perhaps look to the One

Time is real; one finds it in the words of the seeking,

So lost for words, words lost in mind, most other times it’s leaking...

Ambiguous is love, when it's scared and indecisive and in -

Taking solace in the virtue of hope, hope in a future; begin

Steps we make, grounds we take, conquering fear and death and night

And as uncertainty eradicates, with Spring we find the morning light

Days become weeks become months become years become one

And this day is that day of all days begun.