By heather    dreamheather@hotmail.com
Date: 25 May 1998

Crying Ends

  It's spring again.
  Oh, joy.
  Time to do the things of spring. Spring chores are all around, just
waiting to be done. Yard needs to be raked. Soil needs to be turned. 
Windows need to be washed. Screens need to be put on.
  During this fury of activity, in effect, we throw winter out, invite
spring in. We throw up the sash, breath deep, savor the smell in the air.
  Spring. The time when the grey, cold, dark of winter, gives way to green 
everywhere. Days become warmer. Nights become shorter. The air becomes 
sweeter. Our lives become lighter. It signals renewal, even for me.
  Renewal of lost love, lost hope, lost dreams.
  Spring. The time you came.
  Spring. The time you went.
  Spring. The time you broke my heart.
  For me spring will never again be the same. There will always, forever 
be, more rain than sun. More grey than green. More dark than light.
  This I have come to terms with. It will be as much a cycle of my live as
spring raking. Spring planting. Spring cleaning. Spring, raining tears. 
Just another spring job. How sad, to have this crying every time the
calender returns to May. Spring. When I touched and lost your love, then
lost my heart for good. Spring, when you took it all away.
  Thank God, pretty soon it will be June and summer will return. Then, 
the page will turn and then the season changes, once again. And the tears 
of spring, and the pain of spring, will dry, will end. Then, only wanting,
what I can not have, will be with me, endlessly, until it's spring again.