seasons of my heart

Winter

My heart is cold,

the outer layer dead,

blackened.

The roots survive,

hunkered down waiting for the sun

Spring

The flowers bloom,

beautiful colors fill the air.

I have found the one

who opens my petals

and lets in the sunshine

Summer

Everything is warm,

sometimes too much so.

But I keep on with the charade,

knowing what happens next.

Fall

My leaves start falling,

every lie you tell me is starting to fail.

My heart gets ready to close again,

preparing for another long winter

stuck lonely,

trying to preserve the roots for the next spring.