Sylvie Hill

My, How The Heartbroken Love Their Seasons

And I know why
they love the Summer
with the early-rise sun
BRILLIANT: Blue Skies
moody thunder.
And Fall’s dark warmth
and Fall foliage
and desolate November.
Makes us love December.
Snowfall cover.
And, the outdoors.
I know why
they love the Spring
that thaws and rebirths
and reminds us
of Nature’s worth.
And surprise.
I know why.
Because when they fall
fast in love
and spring fast too forward
never getting enough,
and when they burn, freeze,
and then thaw
feeling energized
and then blah
…all about and toward a
PERSON,
They can say with reason
“Oh, but love is like a season:
It comes, it goes”
And they sigh:
“Time and place,
Don’t you know…”
My, how the heartbroken
Love their seasons:
It appeases us.
With promises of return
And routine
Distractions from the death
Of the preceeding…

Sylvie Hill 2016

ART: Sevada Grigoryan