~I did not learn the lessons
about life at school.
Such knowledge is not a gift.
But a voyage in uncharted waters.

There is no pathway
or logical directions.
Only a scrambling
through darkened forest.
Where the light
cannot penetrate the trees.

Until now a lifetime
away from there.
Where the springtime’s
Impatience grew the flowers
in early abundance.

The trees budded
in the suns new warmth.
When the frost came back
and burned
the new life into coal blackness.
Melting in final defeat
the snow on each petal.
Choking the life from
new born green buds.

I thought then of the time
I almost left you.
Full of love in my heart
yet frostbitten
with your indifference.
As I planned my final escape
You came into the room.
Not a moment too soon.

And kissed me saying
the small things
I needed to hear from you.
And the warmth in my heart
Melted the snow and ice
That were burning my petals
from the cold front
you had brought in.
That nearly killed us.
And I said to myself.
So this is life.