Seasons: Day 1

Seasons 

pass like time

move like the ocean

and stars

weather patterns with no reason or rhyme

spark new storms

sparkle with life like

the love in your

angel eyes

your love

for me

mirroring

my love

for you,

          

my love.

First day of the new year

Today does not feel like a fresh page.

With my head pressed against a pillow, breathing.
I feel heavy
Tired
Waiting for the new year to prove itself,
to yell, "surprise!"

I shift to one side of my bed to another.
It is another bright day
Full of possibility,
when will I feel all that promise?