Does Autumn Remember Spring?

Questions

Tatiana Syrikova

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The years have thickened skin
But the heart remains fragile
Encased in stone to wall off careless inflictors
It still longs
It still yearns
It still scans the horizon

Amid relentless battering by profiteers of misery
Amid perpetual cries of hopelessness from those who long to impose it
Amid the heralding of desperation and fear
The threadbare heart seeks shelter in the age-old arms of faith, of love, of quiet

Is the assault too great?
Can solace be found?
Can the heart clock spin backward to a time of anticipation?
Are there still as-yet unclaimed mysteries hiding beneath the tattered blanket of age?

Does autumn remember spring in the face of winter,
finding comfort in nostalgia?
Or allow melancholy to seep in through the cracks in the walls?
Should it rage against the inevitable cold?
Or look beyond to spring eternal?
Does it dare hope?
Or dare not?

The winter skies mask the sun
Seasons change regardless
Nature is cruel in its relentlessness
and kind in its renewal

Will joy come in the morning?

Thanks for reading and responding.

Mark