She is the ocean in the winter,
Transcendent, sparkling, strong,
The hope filled plunge
Into cold water at the bottom
Of the sea, immense waves
Crashing onto the stones of
The beach where they fell.
She is the sun on a spring day,
Warming this cold earth,
Bringing colour and beauty
With her as she arrives for the
First time, blossoming flowers
From bright seeds, beautifully
Lighting up each day.
She is the wind in the summer,
A cooling zephyr that lifts the
Weight off my chest, calming,
Carrying on her breeze something
Curiously new and exciting, a burst
Of colour and a sweet relief
From monotony, an escape from
Overpowering heat.
She is the trees in the autumn,
Standing tall and greeting all
With a smile and a flash of
Reds, yellows, browns, an array
Of colour, a change and arrival
Of something so precious that
It shakes you to your core,
Just as the trees themselves
Tremble with their own height,
Courageous vertigo as their
Bright leaves fall to the floor.
She is every second that passes,
Present and inescapable,
Always on my mind and I can’t
Shake the memory of her though
I don’t want to, she embodies the
Acceptance and inevitable love
Of change and stepping out of
Comfort to face a world of
Beauty when I look in her eyes,
The terrifyingly calming nature of
Change that you can’t climb back
From if you fall.
And in all her might, I fell.