In the early days of springtime,
life is normally renewed,
but our journey hit a roadblock
and our bonds became unglued.
Our losses through the summer
left an unrelenting pain,
and our need to offer comfort
helped to minimize the strain.
Like the colors found in autumn,
what we lost became alive.
So instead of love decaying,
it found new ways to survive.
And unlike the final season,
with its barren, winter chill,
we found sparks in us rekindled
by a love that’s burning still.
© Susan Schoeffield 2011
life is normally renewed,
but our journey hit a roadblock
and our bonds became unglued.
Our losses through the summer
left an unrelenting pain,
and our need to offer comfort
helped to minimize the strain.
Like the colors found in autumn,
what we lost became alive.
So instead of love decaying,
it found new ways to survive.
And unlike the final season,
with its barren, winter chill,
we found sparks in us rekindled
by a love that’s burning still.
© Susan Schoeffield 2011
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