Winter's comfort

This is kind of part two of Remembering Winter. People often revisit the past hoping for different outcomes. I decided to revisit my old writings and write a part two. Enjoy.

Erratic as the weather

Summer when it should be winter

Why did I not stay in winter

Frozen where nothing could penetrate

Instead I toyed with spring, romanced summer

and the fall swiftly introduced pain and ache

did you not learn the Arctic was home

better off cold and alone

Glimmer of hope came from spring sun's light

only to later discover light was reflecting not coming from thee

blinding me, and now I see

my source of hope was misdirected yet again

Is there no compass, no astrology, no nothing for direction

the weather changes and takes me as it pleases

seek solace in cold winters dark, where I don't want to be, but must

for other season's fanfare I cannot trust

How did allow our spring to come again

Perhaps it was the promise of growth and of new

anticipation of summers long days with you

who knew, fall would come so soon

the decent was quick

thought a couple seasons would last before the good weather quit

false sense of security

but then again who controls the seasons

not you, not me

so winter comes regardless

back to my frozen mold...