PARADOX

The fear of change...

PARADOX


Tell me why Summer chills
when there’s little or no hint
of Winters’ tang then.
How sad that cold intrudes
in secret on sun warmed breeze.
Leaves me shivering
‘til I can’t see for tears…
chipping away my belief
that July can heal
the bitter, crushing ice
which must descend when Winter
claims its’ biting turn.
Bringing with it the thought
that Summer cannot return
against this onslaught
no matter how I plead.
Cold as cruel as broken hearts
will still engulf me
long after snow is gone.
I have small faith in Summer
when its’ heat freezes
my souls’ best intentions –
when it represents promise
I will lose, again.
Is it loss of magic
I’m mourning? Caught in Winters’
threat of return
I fail Summers’ sweetness
yet cannot find the reason
as why Summer chills.