The long, slow fall of grief, 

like the autumn leaf that falls away - 

swirling 'round in the blustery breeze, 

looking for a place to rest. 

Held captive by the direction it blows, 

bracing for yet another turn, 

and yet another.

Let me down. 

Release me from your grip. 

Allow my brittle parts to arrive, 

slowly and softly 

upon the ground. 

For there, upon the ground,

my final demise 

will take me toward

my spring rebirth. 

***

Sunset falling over a stormy day. 

The pastel blue and the dimmed pink 

remind me of the beauty of storms. 

Peace, calm, 

this too shall pass. 

For once, even the trees forget to breeze. 

The birds rest from their song. 

Only the heavens hum their song of might.

Night falls, beings rest. 

And yes, this too shall pass. 

***

The snow is falling on the green-littered ground. 

The warm spring air is interrupted by frost. 

I remember the light that recently shone, 

And the hope of flowers and birds returned. 

 I saw them there out of my periphery,

 luring me into their warmth. 

Yet, as I stare into the weary sky,

I settle back into the storm.