Seasons

Lord, let me not pass like Winter's claw:
unwanted, untrusted, gray.
My breath to wilt with every draw
not this, my Lord, I pray

Nor let me pass like Spring, my Lord,
for kin just waits for June.
Don't let me go alone, ignored,
sans family attuned

My Lord to pass like Summer's breeze;
a welcomed, gentle, kiss,
though sweet, is soon forgotten. Please
don't let me fade like this.

Lord, let me pass an Autumn leaf.
When all seems dark and gray,
reignite my coulours in this grief.
For this, my Lord, I pray.