I’ve been asked to post something a little more “cheerful” so in deference to my friend I’m posting this poem about the changing feelings of one’s heart. I wrote this after hearing a phrase about how the heart is like the seasons, fleeting and whimsical. This poem brings to my mind those times when you awake to the realization that you have unknowingly and, perhaps, unwillingly fallen in love or those moments when love turns from something glorious and shining to a pale resemblance of what it once was. To love: glorious, desperate, whimsical, or diminished, whichever love leads you now.
Seasons of the Heart
Our hearts change like the seasons.
Until the chill of winter
Gives way to spring’s soft melt
Or the glow of summer heat
Dissolves to autumn’s pale suns.
Our hearts change with the seasons.