At this time of year…

All the seasons rush by

Hit me blind-side

Spin me around

So I don’t know

Up from down

Somehow every year

I end up on my feet

Ready to defeat

That yearly melancholy

Guilt-ridden apologies

For not rejoicing holidays

With other stricken

Family members…

Life marches on…

Despite births

Despite deaths

And all that goes on

In between

The said and the unsaid

Grudges and

Smudges of

Misunderstandings

Missed communications

Which occur

With the happenstance

Of life

Every season

The only surety

Is change

Life can drastically

Rearrange

Familiar landscapes

In an instant

Turn them into

Something one

Can’t recognize

So that you are

Hit blind-side

And all that is left

Is your inner strength

And hidden faith

That life

Will change

Once again

Turn fortune

Your way

And hit your fate…

Blind-side.