Seasons and Reasons
My father has always told me
for every season,
there is a reason
whether it be human,
career,
or way of life,
there is a reason.
The timing of said reason
is incalculable
neither is the changing of leaves
when they bleed into reds, oranges, and yellows
or cold,
as it creeps into the deepest corners of the world.
When the sun embarks on its migration
and days become shorter
allowing for darkness to makes its home
and snow to colonize what’s left.
But, there is one calculation I can solve
for every season,
you are my reason.
