Are we here again?

The winter is never

a good time

the bare branches

always held so

much power over

this house

And maybe

because the trees

are old we

always fear they

might fall on

us during the

frail winters

but we never

fear their might

during the warm summers

when we sit beneath

them and pray the

warm days never end

And again, now

we pray things may never

end

but they do

Every year we sit

anticipating an end that

we hope will bring

us to new beginnings

but once they start

we forget that things

still end

The beginning

Of this end

began with hope

there was a fluttering

the new year

It was new

we were new

if only we knew

what we knew now

would we have been so eager

to be new

and know how easily

new things

that we believe will

last for ever

can be broken

but before it broke

it was beautiful

and shiny like

the new heart I grew

when I came back

from the world

The smoke thundered

in my heart

and broke it open

the world was new

and my mind

cracked wide

and my heart

showed its inside

to make it easier

for love to find it’s

way inside

and it did I loved

everything

and my soul felt light

and my might

was my happiness

that I felt and knew

so deeply

that when my new year

heart broke

it mended itself

because a broken heart

only gives out broken love

but when the summer ended

and my heart was back

and in full swing

it swung open

to let us in

but slowly

as slow as the

seasons change

or the leaves fall

or the old year

turns new

we crept in

with the wind

the years end

and though

this new year

does not give my heart

the flutter

last year left

It feels light

because

my happiness is

the might

that I know

and my happiness

keeps me

when the winter

frailed branch

comes down once again.