April showers don't always bring May flowers, sometimes May showers do, the
buds of April just now breaking open, a treasure chest that contains the whole
new season, the bursting of life, the appearance of green things growing out of
brown loam, to renew life.
I walk in the rain as
if I expect renewal, too, still clinging to the Fall , leaves of Love lingering
in the ground at my feet, felled in a season prior to the cold, making the
foundation for what we cherish now.
love comes in spring,
dies in Fall, to get reborn again, each season makes me feel it again, the rise
and fall, the perishing and Resurrection, love being born out of what it once
was, forever, if it is true love, clinging to us, the way the wet leaves cling
to me, I cannot be rid of them, and do
not wish to be, needing love to die and rise again, needing it to keep me whole
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