poem: season's change

Season’s Change


Winter’s berries replace Spring’s;
White, where red hung.
Silence, where birds sung.
Poison not pies…
And the rot where death and life over-lap
begins to fill the air.

What purpose the Snow Berry?
A string of pearls strung to distract
The eyes and hearts’ mourning…
Days longer-lit, sweeter, warmer?

There is an ache inside’
Love, where once pain.
Loss, and yet gain.
Pushing my heart…
And the joy where death and life over-lap
begins to fill my soul.

I will hang the Snow Berry boughs
Upon my door…
To remind me of the beauty of change –
Allowing myself to feel, deeper, sweeter, warmer.

d.l. –

2005