In the Season of Stillness
Winter is coming -both the season and for me.
My time on this earth
is fading.
What awaits
is coming for me;
this body, only a placeholder
for who I was,
and who I’ve become
upon the journey.
As the leaves fall,
my organs weaken.
As the air cools,
my joints ache.
As the gray settles in,
my memories dim.
But my spirit -
my essence - sparkles
like sunlight upon a river flowing.
The light has not dimmed.
Summer still shines there
with warmth and joy.
Loving - the weight
that tips the scale
towards living.
And while spring will come again,
I will remain here,
in my winter years.
I will rejoice
in the turning of the seasons,
ever grateful for the sunflowers
who bring beauty to my life.
I feel the pull -
the energies of those
who wait on the other side.
I will not hurry their way.
I honor their imprint
on who I have become,
but I must continue moving.
I am caught
in a tender tug of war.
Onward.
Poetry by Melinda K Zarate
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Written on 2025-11-09 at 16:55
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