For fear of the summer year.

And, winter moved
thickly like the haunt of molasses,
a slow, faint tempo underneath
gray/scale covers,
bitter snow and slush.
Frigid air.
And, I moved
slowly, away from mirrors and toward
darkness...
The weight of  missing you
heavy on my hands,
my heart,
Like the crushing ruin of Pompeii.
The want and lust to move on,
but not finding the way.
And, winter,
still here
while I thought she had gone,
with
only lingering melodies of
your song.
Here, but not.
Full up, but empty
throughout.
And, winter stayed proud
with death by her side,
a fitful absence
a tumult of sorts.
And, like the snow that fell on
the Southlands;
I witnessed you leave
in distinct disbelief.

Pain settled in with late winter fires,
the smolder of fear and grief.
And, still,
winter stayed,
lingered
Dark skies over heavy,
burdened air,
and, lives remained
not lackluster or without care.
And,
when the days grew longer
when frosts and ices melted
when the length of those forgotten days
stretched into something new,
when the sun retracted
it's cold shoulder
and life lifted our spirits;
a tomb
with no boulder,
I did pray.
I did scream.
I am haunted,
and I do fear
the warm days without you.
I fear the whole miss
of your insistent blue.
You were like a sky to me
A thing,
A life,
that could not be touched,
or shifted,
or taken
from my world.
And, winter left me here
with no cover,
no shelter in this world,
only a choice to fully unfurl.

So, Spring did come
like some hapless tempest,
with her long days
and fitful ways,
her incessant showers
and mindless moons,
She came all too soon,
with the promise of a scorching
remembrance of
all things past,
all things I held
with you,
the knowing...
that you had gone
away
too
soon.
The heat of her embrace,
not matching the warmth of your's.
The relent of her days,
not holding a spark to your spirit,
Her colors,
her greens and blues and all her flower things,
not conquering your truths.
So, I feared her,
Still, knowing she would come,
Still, knowing it would not be long.
And, I'd have to show your spirit
rest.
And, so I bargained
with Summer...
I left my fear in the winter year,
Inviting summer here,
to still hold your truths
and the remembrance of your moves.
We will always hold
every part of you
near and dear,
even in the Summer year.

Jason Christopher Johnson
April 17, 2015