Spring flowers bloomed conception,
as she carried a force with umbilical connection.
Sang songs of familial relations,
until snowflakes glistened the new life cascade.
A frigid orange air whispered secrets better left to a howl.
he was comfortably cared for.
Mature trees blistered blood-stains
above impubescent seedlings.
As seasons altered and changed,
adolescent scents choked out hope,
pollinating the atmosphere with songs of red age.
confounded by careless captions,
lyrics of hate.
Sixteen years passed,
they found themselves at an impasse.
Ripped her out of the present,
a forced recollection of the past.
Joy rendered fantasy,
clouded by dissonant breath.
How ironic –
She: granted life
He: returned death.
You gifted me with sight,
how dare I not see
the Christ in you,
reflecting mercy on me.”
Forgiven for all said
Harmony falls, like Autumn, from trees,
while expectation sprouts legs – be free!
Under the same season’s sun
hope journeys forward and on,
to an orange-chorded sea
where meaning is tanned
by photosynthetic minds.
With new life emerging
out of murky red shorelines.
I love you, too.