I longed for blooming spring and beautiful things
The warmth of love and hope that clings
But blossoming flowers’ petals wither in time
Time lost in my haste to complete my climb
Thus I pretend to crave the heat that summer brings
The burning passion and fevered dreams of kings
Drenched myself in the sun’s golden rays
Living life hearing their endless praise
Now I retreat to autumn’s somber breeze
Staring at the bare branches of once fruit-bearing trees
As doubts of my confidence remain rife
I mourn the decay of my zest for life
I yearn for peace that comes with winter
Despite the frost-kissed ache that may linger
As I succumb to a deep, dreamless slumber
Praying to wake in spring’s hope and wonder
Blues without Clues 