Spring Awakening

The frozen earth begins to crack and thaw,
green shoots push through the melting snow,
birds return from southern shores they saw,
and life resumes its ancient ebb and flow.

Change arrives not sudden but in stages,
one warm day followed by a cold return,
nature turning slowly through its pages,
teaching us that transformation takes its turn.

The cherry blossoms bloom for just one week,
their beauty fleeting, fragile, and complete,
reminding us that what we often seek
is made more precious by being bittersweet.

Summer's Full Bloom

The days stretch long and lazy in the heat,
gardens overflow with fruits and flowers bright,
children play barefoot in the street,
and darkness doesn't fall till late at night.

This is the season of abundance and prime,
when everything reaches its peak and height,
but even in the fullness of this time,
we sense the subtle turning toward the night.

For change is constant even in plateau,
the tomatoes ripen and then fall,
the longest day gives way to shorter glow,
and summer hears the distant autumn's call.

Autumn's Release

The trees know when it's time to let things go,
they don't cling to leaves when cold winds blow,
they trust the cycle, trust the falling snow,
understand that endings help new growth to grow.

We humans struggle with this letting be,
we grasp and hold and try to keep things same,
afraid that change means loss of identity,
forgetting that the seasons share our name.

But watch the trees standing bare and proud,
they've not given up, they've just let go,
released what's done to make space for the now,
preparing for the spring seeds they will sow.

Winter's Wisdom

The world grows quiet beneath the snow,
life retreats but doesn't disappear,
seeds sleep beneath where cold winds blow,
gathering strength for when spring draws near.

There's wisdom in this season of rest,
in knowing when to slow and when to stop,
in understanding that we're at our best
when we allow some things to drop.

Change isn't always about moving forward fast,
sometimes it means standing still and deep,
storing energy, letting present last,
trusting the value of the winter sleep.

The Cycle Continues

And so the seasons turn their endless wheel,
spring to summer, autumn into winter's chill,
each bringing lessons that help us heal,
teaching us to change is nature's will.

We too must cycle through our seasons' change,
times of growth and times of letting go,
times to bloom and times to rearrange,
times to rest beneath the cleansing snow.

The only constant is this turning tide,
the certainty that nothing stays the same,
but in this change there's nowhere we must hide,
for transformation is the cosmic game.

So like the seasons, we must learn to flow,
embrace the changes that help us grow.

Personal Spring

I feel myself awakening from long cold,
emerging from a winter of the soul,
finding courage to break free from old mold,
and reach toward becoming something whole.

This is my spring, my time of new beginning,
when buried seeds of dreams start breaking through,
when I stop losing and start winning,
when I remember who I always knew.

Change came slowly then all at once,
the way ice breaks and rivers start to flow,
I'm done being careful, done being on defense,
ready now to let my true colors show.

Summer Self

I'm in my prime, my season of full bloom,
confident and strong and fully here,
taking up space, claiming my own room,
living without apology or fear.

This is the harvest of the seeds I sowed,
the fruit of all the work and all the pain,
I'm reaping what I planted on that road,
and grateful for both sunshine and the rain.

But even now I know this won't last forever,
that summer eventually gives way to fall,
so I'll enjoy this moment's warm endeavor,
and give this season everything, my all.

Autumn Acceptance

I'm learning now to let some things depart,
relationships and dreams that had their time,
ideas of who I thought I was at start,
expectations I've outgrown like outgrown rhyme.

There's grief in this release, I won't deny,
but also liberation and relief,
sometimes we need to let old versions die,
to make room for the new beyond belief.

I'm shedding leaves like trees in autumn wind,
standing bare but somehow more myself,
discovering that endings can rescind
the false and reveal the true self.

Winter Reflection

Now I rest in quiet hibernation,
not giving up but gathering my strength,
this isn't death but deep regeneration,
going inward to find my true length.

The world wants constant growth and productivity,
but nature teaches us a different way,
that rest and reflection show creativity,
that winter precedes spring's display.

So I withdraw without apology,
tend to my inner garden's sleeping seeds,
trust that this is part of my chronology,
and winter will provide for my spring needs.

Forever Changing

I am not who I was a year ago,
not who I'll be a year from now today,
and that's exactly how it's meant to go,
we're designed to change along the way.

Some people fear this constant transformation,
wanting to freeze themselves at perfect time,
but that defies our very core formation,
we're meant to shift and grow and climb.

So I embrace my ever-changing nature,
welcome the seasons as they come and go,
trust that each phase has its own nomenclature,
and change is how we learn and how we grow.

Like seasons cycling round year after year,
I'll change and grow and shed and reappear.