Seasons...
The seasons of the soul
all pass on, inexorable
as time and weather.
Eventually, by good luck
or by Grace, from all
your striving or perhaps
in spite of it, you arrive
at a place that fits your life,
and wish it had always been
this way and you hope
that it will ever so be,
only to awake one spring
morning when the light
whispers change, and know
that beyond this moment,
everything will be different.
Terrified and elated,
you step through the door.
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