seasons

a chaos slipping out of control.

the exciting start of an addiction

that leads to a flurry of thoughts.

a winter so cold, so unbearable

that you can do nothing but accept it.

but then the flower of Realization blooms,

and the petrichor evokes a rainbow of joy

rather than the usual deceptive melancholy.

and then you are thriving.

though the sun may still burn sometimes,

you’ve learned how to cool the skin with ice.

and next time, you’ll buy a winter coat.

though it won’t hide all the cold,

taking it off will remind you

that warmer days will return.

and when they do, you’ll be a year older.

and by then, perhaps you learned how to apply sunscreen.

though you may dread the next extreme to come

remember that is is necessary.

for a mind without seasons

is like an Earth that doesn’t spin.