Poetry: “Season Three… another year, wrapped under the tree…”
…another year, wrapped under the tree.
Tis’ the third season has come
and the traveling winds have whispered through
the winds of change…
I once was there,
in a fog of darkness and despair…
and now I stand here,
near the branches of the trees,
where the air has become pure and clear.
For how many glorious sunsets have I counted
since such time has passed,
and how many midnight moons have graced the skies,
shining through the clouds….
where time could feel as if it were standing still,
yet moving so fast…
I had stumbled through the nostalgia of seasons one
and then there were the rocky roads
which I traveled throughout a second.
A season where lessons were learned-
even on those strangulated nights
where a chaotic world had become undone..
and Now…tis, season three…
in some ways, the air feels a bit more free,
but even as another holiday sweeps in,
there are days,
that there just isn’t complete joy
in putting tinsel upon that tree…
For as time passes,
some say a journey should be simpler…
…why wallow and whimper?
I like to believe, through our life scenes,
we only grow wiser…
yes, time may heal such wounds,
but there are days, the memories hang low
and are able to be touched by the tip of
But then, I step ahead forward and trudge through this familiar season,
and hang thy head above the murky fog…
I’ll take my horse and journey on
for thy third will not be timeless
and the following year shall tick-tock-
with the bells ringing strong.
And he then shall whisper through the wind…
“Hold your heart true…
Life is a journey,
…stay strong, and keep, moving on….”
– Ariana R. Cherry 2017