I Fell in Love with the Seasons in My Loneliness

 I Fell in Love with the Seasons in My Loneliness

In the quiet hours of solitude's embrace,

I sought companions in the vast empty space.

No voices echoed, no footsteps fell,

But nature whispered, and I knew it well.

Spring arrived with her verdant touch,

A gentle balm, though I missed it much.

The blooms unfurled like a lover's hand,

Painting hope across the barren land.

The morning dew kissed my weary skin,

Promising renewal deep within.

I fell in love with the laughter of trees,

Their swaying secrets in the tender breeze.

Summer followed with her fiery gaze,

Flooding my heart with golden rays.

The days stretched long, the skies burned bright,

A dance of heat, an eternal light.

In the drone of bees and the rustle of corn,

I found the promise of each new morn.

I swam in rivers that mirrored the skies,

And melted beneath her sunlit guise.

Then came Autumn, cloaked in red and gold,

A quiet muse with stories untold.

Leaves pirouetted in the cooling air,

Whispering truths I could barely bear.

Her winds carried songs of bittersweet change,

A beauty both familiar and strange.

I watched her paint the world in hues,

And found in her stillness, a healing muse.

Winter arrived, stark and austere,

With frost-tipped whispers, sharp and clear.

Her cold hands held me, yet I didn’t retreat,

For in her silence, I found peace complete.

The snow fell soft, a blanket of white,

Wrapping my loneliness in gentle light.

Her nights were long, her stars so few,

Yet in her chill, my spirit grew.

Through each passing season, I saw a thread,

A rhythm of life, though I thought it dead.

Spring was hope, and summer was fire,

Autumn whispered of dreams that inspire.

Winter taught me the strength to endure,

In her frozen arms, I felt secure.

They taught me love without a demand,

A patient touch, a guiding hand.

Each held my heart in their fleeting way,

Turning my loneliness into a ballet.

I danced with Spring beneath the trees,

Her floral scent carried on the breeze.

I sang with Summer in the golden heat,

Her passion turning the earth’s heartbeat.

I walked with Autumn on carpeted leaves,

Her wistful song, a heart that grieves.

I rested with Winter, calm and serene,

Her icy touch like a soothing dream.

In their cycles, I found my own,

In their voices, I wasn’t alone.

For seasons speak to the soul’s deep core,

Of love that lingers forevermore.

I fell in love with the seasons’ embrace,

In their constant change, I found my place.

Loneliness became a fleeting guest,

For in their rhythm, I found my rest.

And though the world may shift and sway,

The seasons' love will never stray.

Through their grace, I’ve come to see,

The beauty of change and eternity.

Thus, in my loneliness, I found my song,

With the seasons as partners, where I belong.

A love so vast, so endlessly free,

Forever alive in the heart of me.