Leaves blown by the chilling northern wind
rustle along the brown grass of winter.
The sky is grey with despair.
The isolating feeling of winter is here.
Gone are the lazy summer days
when a gentle warm breeze
would bring a smile to being alive.
Gone are the star filled nights
when crickets were in full concert.
Now, there is bleakness everywhere.
Soon, the snow-filled clouds
will spread a cold layer of white
to hide any trace of a better season.
Grieving is like the grey days and cold nights of winter. The warmth of being together is gone. Now, isolation surrounds you and there is only bleakness and despair. It seems that there is no end to this desolate season. Spring and Summer will return and with a newness of life. You won’t forget the winds of winter, but your heart will find the warmth of a better season.
Weeping may endure for a night, But joy comes in the morning.