a new year's poem for the disheartened.

snow will come, early darkness will come
winter's frozen silence will come
the brushstroke of gray and blustery days
the butterflies soon will chase away

spring will come, fresh cut grass will come
new dreams, new seeds, new growth will come
sprinkler days and watercolors made
new crafts built and new songs played

summer will come and fireworks will come
fish will be caught and games will be won
adventures to new places and household guests
schedules full and sabbath rest

autumn will come and apple butter will come
new pencils, new paper, new school shoes will come
leaves will soon fall, evening fires commence
candles will burn in pumpkin pie scents
county fairs and corn mazes and costumes will come
holiday feasts and festivities will hum

christmas will again crest with her merriment and cheer
and suddenly you'll find yourself right back here
reflecting, reminiscing on love won and love lost
counting the blessings and counting the cost

some days will unwind slowly with just a nonchalant glance
others crash together wildly with mad happenstance
tears will come and troubles will come
and then healing and courage and lessons will come
when darkness presses in, know that light always follows
just embrace your todays and take hope for your tomorrows

they will come.