One With Nature

The wind was the color blue that day.
Cold with entrapped hanging crystals.
So pure and perfect but ice cold.
In the far distance the sunlight faded
the pale lifeless sun of winter desolation.

In death the last of the tall barley grass
Stood like skeletons in the fields
The once crowded summer skies
Now silenced not a single bird in flight.
No sound but the moan of the wailing wind

The colors of December are muted
almost sepia in the country lanes.
I feel the ice trying to freeze my heart
Is this to be my last winter?
Will springtime ever return for me.

Ah! Springtime.
With its glorious blossoms and warmth
The dripping of the last ice melting
in the coming promise of abundance.
Ice falling like the teardrops of nature.
As she enters into a metamorphism.

I think how similar nature and I are.
My heart is to be
covered in ice for a season.
Until a new love finds it like springtime.
And melts the frozen cold away.
Allowing it to flourish
in abundant bounty.
And glow like
the new seasons sunshine
Lifting my spirits to the sky.