“Forget Winter,” Spring says.
“I could never forget,” I reply.
Spring rises, shedding cherry blossoms, raindrops, and sparkling sunlight. “Look at me!”
I look away, thinking of fuzzy skies and crisp winds, hot cinnamon and my breath fogging the window. For a moment, I’m distracted as Spring whispers promises of beautiful things, everything new as fresh linen daisies, while he shines on me.
Then, I remember Winter accepting me, letting me succumb.
I wish I wanted Spring, but Winter still possesses me. And I need, want, to be possessed. I long to return to him, but, now, I’ve forgotten the way.
Constanée Malik Hemedi says
This is really lovely. I’m a summer person but understand so well “succumbing” to winter, just giving in to that time of year when everything rests. And it will find us.
Thanks! I struggle with letting go of the past and the allure of the future. I’m glad you enjoyed it 🙂
Loved the descriptions of spring!
Thanks, I’m glad you liked it!
marjan sierhuis says
Thank you for this beautiful story.
Thanks for the feedback! And for taking time to leave a comment 🙂
Jo Patterson says
Liked the comparisons of youth, spring, and winter, later years of life. How true this is. We would all like a do over or return.
Thanks so much! I’m glad you enjoyed the story. I appreciate the feedback 🙂
Lisa Marie Lopez says
Wow impressive, beautifully written.
Thanks for the compliments! 🙂
A lovely landscape. Thank you for sharing it.
Thanks for the feedback!
Interesting. Poetic. Sufficiently vague for one’s own interpretation. Love it! I think what you are doing is awesome! Message me sometime! ?