My
Season of Grief – Winter moves into Spring…flowers are on the trees.
Winter
was my mood; my grief.
Frozen
in time, dormant, but not dead.
Early
darkness slipping into night.
A
blanket of snow that smothers the life and light.
I
found comfort in not having to turn to the sun, showing my face to its warmth.
The
spring came upon me unexpectedly.
Warm
winds blowing.
Flowers
beginning to bloom as life marches forward.
I
am not ready, but Spring will not wait.
I
am not ready. I am not ready to step into the light of day.
The
warm sun on my face.
The
change of seasons that closes the dark winter around me.
The
winter that brought me comfort.
Is
it possible to move from my frozen place?
Am
I ready to have my life move forward?
I
am not healed. I will never be healed.
But,
my heart honors my grief by stepping back into the light.
Moving forward into the sun; growing again.
I
am not ready. Yet I feel my heart thawing in the warmth of Spring.
The sky is still overcast. But there
are flowers on the trees.
