Trying

I don't know how to move on. No matter how hard I try. Always, in the back of mind, she sits. Looking at me with those warm eyes. Smiling that smile that briefly, was luminesce only for me. I've never been so accepted or seen. Some memories are so fresh that they don't feel at all like time has passed but ultimately they are but memories and none new to be made. I just wish I could figure this out and find a way... 

The Cycle

We all know it well, that cycle

Birth and death and re-birth

Spring is so verdantly green

Then comes summers heat

Oppressive and dry and dusty 

Drawing into the first strains 

Of the dying of fall, colors

Coming on so vibrantly

But quickly moving into

The death rattle that is winter 

Cold, bleak, trees bare

Until finally life returns 

The thaw revealing re-birth