Forgive my season of silence

 

Forgive my silence

if my words don't come,

if one day the words won't fall.

Does fall scare me?

That call of autumn and gold.

If the leaves have their time to die, 

then how in the still winter cold,

can my words keep falling free?

So glum, when a snowflake

is that will come.

Is that all there is to hold

and why does it fall upon my tree?

What if my words shake

in coldness

and only a single shard

does form and fall from me.

 

Forgive my silence

if the summer sun leaves me

with no words to describe

the heat I hold inside,

the fire that rages wide.

If no words will trickle

to describe

the delicate ripple

of a gentle rocking tide.

Know that those words

are waiting in line,

to come

when it is

the right time.

 

Forgive my silence

if the spring

leaves

me flustered,

from all the new

flowers clustered,

the lives that come, 

and those that go,

in those

spring clean showers

where so many thought flow.

My words will form

in time,

but right now

I'm taking in the scenery.

Smelling the scent

of this grand bouquet you see

in front of me.

I'm letting all of earth's wonder

fill my mind

with all new thoughts to ponder

and new words to find.

 

 

 

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Kyle