Day 17 - Seasonal

A poem a day for the month of May

Hey everybody! How are you doing today?

I’m quite late with today’s poem-a-day, but I’m still kicking! Given, also, my day’s events, indeed it is a lovely time to honor the seasons of change. I love observing the ways this poetry challenge is correlating with the movements of my world. Grateful <3

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Today, seasonal.

The aspect that stands out the most for me today is the resistance we sometimes (shall we be honest? Often) offer in the presence of change. As medicine, this prompt is important, because it’s a moment to recognize the cyclical nature of our world. That’s beautiful, and inevitable.

Although our environmental seasons may be different around the world, all of us expect changes. We know (some more than others) that we’re sovereign creatures, loaded with free will, in a current of movement and, profoundly, we receive that.

We live seasonally (again, some more than others).

And yet, there’s another component (that may also seem inevitable) for so many of us, where we resist the phenomenon we profoundly recognize in our DNA as the most pure, the most organic. Why? Why do we resist?

Those details are better left answered by each one of us; we all have our own stories. I simply wish to bring a moment of attention to this tendency, as a nourishment for your thoughts as we continue to cycle.

Being honest myself, I’ll admit that today I felt angry, wanting to react to the prompt. It was strong. And so, knowing no other way through at the moment, I chose to bring it here, acknowledging its own need to live free.

Do you wish to be honest about something today?

Blessings to you all <3

Seasonal

Apples pummel the ground,
My basket filling,
I want something new,
It’s time for something 
Fresh
I’m afraid I’ll never get there,
Put the past behind me
.
The morning bird chirps,
I sit out sipping coffee,
Yes, spring has risen
.
Some days I want to dance and sing,
But some days I don’t
And when the storm arrives
And I’m caught out in the rain
I absolve myself of the inherent past
.
Stay out of the heat,
They said, swim in the river,
My ice cream melted
.
You’re on to the great one,
On to the great one now,
They look at me with excitement,
So much hope in their eyes,
“I’ll try to carry it all, for you,” 
But still, time marches on 
And even they couldn’t stop 
The gray hairs from coming
.
Pictures pass me by,
Old seasons come and go again,
I wait for the next
.
When is the right time to be gentle,
With myself
With all the things I haven’t done
With all the things that come ahead? 
Now? 
Is now the right time
To lay it all down,
Out on the line,
Bare it all and let it be?
.
You’re cold as ice
Birds outside have stopped chirping
The world has ended
.
But change is always coming 
On that we can rely 
And despite the anger
Or the shame
Or the heaviness 
Or the sadness
We can thank God for the seasons