rebirth

Awake in autumn's chill, "I'm not ready for the deep sleep." And withered leaves fall with whispered promises. Death subtle as winter, "I mourn the loss I cannot feel." And soft snow hides it all away in a cold blanket. And then spring buds forth, "I am awake, and I am warm." And new life honors the long forgotten promises. Summer ignites new passions, "I am alive, and I am strong." And radiant sunlight again and again renews all.