Seasons of Grief

The season of love, is one of loss

Flowers flourish by the gravestone

That has your name outlined in moss

Oh, I’m tear-drenched to the bone

Summertime bliss is now a scarcity

The hours are a daze 

The world lacks clarity

I live my life for yesterdays

Oh, pray not for the dead

But for the living left grieving

Yet- clocks tick and leaves turn red

The pain will fade, memories leaving

Time travels,seasons change

Winter’s ice shall numb my pain

Though idea seems strange

Happiness will come - again.