Seasons

it began one sunny afternoon
with a wish and a promise
a simple joy
like running barefoot o’er grassy hills
you grabbed my wrists
and we spun and spun
until everything was out of focus
but you
gradually, like ebb and flow
came the push and pull
promises broke under the strain
the sun began to fade
and the parts of me caught up in you
like roots tangled deep in the earth
began to wither
then one day I grabbed your wrists
and began to spin
but you felt cold and pulled away
with a tear running down your cheek
if that's what you want
then go to the one
who's waiting o’er those grassy hills
and let me be
you may have moved on
as naturally as the seasons change
but it isn't that simple for me ~

Copyright ©2010 Angela Friberg