Seasons Change

Seasons change and love evolves. Sometimes golden fields turn into barren landscapes waiting for snow to cover them to hide their shame. We walk an ever changing path of many seasons, at least we hope as we navigate the current one we are in. Fire falls from the sky and droplets of pain make us realize the moments we live. We appreciate those moments more because of that realization, the knowledge the next step is about to be taken. Whether we liter our path with broken bottles of guilt or puddles of forgotten dreams next to the cigarette butts we contemplated them with, I do not see failure. I see life and a life that resembles ever changing seasons. The past is behind and before me a future. A future I make each day.

-OM

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19 thoughts on “Seasons Change

  1. “droplets of pain”
    “broken bottles of guilt or puddles of forgotten dreams”
    Love this expression of some of the hard things of life and living, and still the HOPE that remains. 🙂

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