The Seasonal Bloom

Cold. Day by day goes by and snow covers old things. Monotony isn't such a curse, Quiet Solitude no longer stings Until the flower of Spring, So warm and nurturing, Blooms for him alone to bring Sun-Kissed promises on a string Warm. A kitten with a ball of yarn, Unravelling the truth of the bloom. Every rose has it's thorns, But the bleeding will stop soon Hands bandaged as rain starts to Fall upon shrivelled petals and The bloom wilts in bitter tears Until the sun retreats from his hand. The sun is gone now and The flower blooms in moonlight. But his hands have healed, At least enough to write. Of the cold days he bears And the warm ones that were once theirs.