Spring

The summer heat burns

Tar roads stretching for miles

So no one dares to walk

For fear of the journey ahead

The autumn breeze sweeps by

Hurried phantoms push by each other

In opposite directions going nowhere

Not noticing the last leaf falling from the tree

The winter chills the bones

That holds the heart in its cage

Rattling to find an escape

From the ocean of suffering

Then spring appears.

It brings ease to begin a pilgrimage,

Blossoms to stop and admire,

Warmth to thaw indifference,

So love can float gently in the air.

Yet, in time, spring will leave.

But by then I will be ready

To march through the burning trials of life,

To appreciate every encounter that passes by,

To part the ocean from the core of my being.

Before spring reappears once again.

2010