Elpis
I was just always waiting for summer.
The warm crisp air the nonchalant freeness of a zephyr that saunters across the fields everything bathed in lush iridescent golden rays,
The nostalgia of every summer, calm halcyon days.
Nothing more beautiful than an empty summer morning
to wake with the sun witnessing the shades of vermillion and amethyst
blend with streams of amber saffron breaking the ash grey horizon.
The sun life’s catalyst
But before we knew it our endless summer ended.
But really we are all still seeking
Hoping clinging for an eternal summer extended.
Life bloomed in a spring
Then a hasty rapid summer season everything grew quickly
Life changed rapidly
Life came to autumn.
Fall was rich and colorful the musky scent of ruched scarlet leaves mixed a dash of nutmeg and cider wafts through the air.
Yet, among the vivid imagery the world slowly dying--brilliantly, beautifully, slowly dying the trees be bare.
As each bright sanguine leaf gingerly drifted to the ground a sad fragment of the world dies.
Yet, we aren’t sad during fall the sights, the smells, the sounds leaving crunching people chattering it all masks the slow death.
The world begins to lie.
Autumn: a grand comfortable melting into the tones of a fatal symphony.
Then life stalls in winter.
The grand music swelled
the grand crescendo ended
and now silence
Cuts through the frigid violence
But winter won’t last forever yet unfortunately spring won’t skip either.
Stalled, stagnate at the cusp of winter and spring.
Life is stuck in the bitter cold soggy
Life continues to attempt to spring forward
yet this spring is unfruitful barren orchard.
Ever, flower fails to bloom instead the existing trees deplete the soil of its nutrients, hopes, and dreams and the garden begins to wither.
The rain plummets, turns to sleet, turns to hail, floods the land.
However, there is a sliver
left at the bottom of the world’s pithos is all I need: Elpis
Once the wine, oil, and grain drain and the curiosities monsters unleash left to scrape the bottom of the barrel
battered so fragile so futile in measurement
yet even when life is in suspended animation
Elpis still flutters it’s gossamer spirit illuminates the grim abomination
Elpis is the reason why we strive for the eternal summer
for the hope of tomorrow
for the chance of a lifetime my dear.
Fall robs us of our glory,
winter depletes us
spring drowns us and dries us out
weathered away
All I need to hold Elpis near.