"Winter's Babies"

 i was wet and falling
day turned death
like summer to winter
and seeing these tides ebb,
freeze as it were,
i no longer felt the need
to bear the misery
to let them shower their blossoms
of suffering eternal upon me
in the beginning the sun shone
in the end it will shine again
this does not mean
we are lacking rainstorms
or the barren bounty
of a scorned Mother Earth
in between this sunlight
But the moon soon shows new love
and though
i am wet and falling
and
day turns death
i know that i will begin anew
when the new sun brings with it spring
over the horizon
To melt the frozen tides
In the simple Sea of Tears