Tears fall dry as the wasted winds in winter.

Cold is the heart in the heat of all despair.

The face worn and torn by the tides of Life’s emotions.

Currents of joy between the waves of fear.

Hope seeps and spills down the twisted river.

Tranquil pools of peace meet the rapid’s angry roar.

Somewhere in between is caught the breath of springtime.

Then that breath is lost in a tumble to the fall.

Winter threatens summer with a heat of cold intentions.

Amidst the seasons storms thaws a hope of meaning there.

With the darkest hour comes the value of the dawning.

Despair in retreat at the whispered words, “I care.”