Complimenting Seasons by Larissa Synder

The death of spring’s bloom is here
Hard-working growth of stunning, vibrant flowers of every color
Now in the process of dying
And the irony is
It is beautiful
Scarlet, mahogany, burgundy, magenta, crimson, amber, auburn, gold, copper
Black.
All so beautiful.
Room number D13.
Born April 14, 1939.
77 years old.
Chest and back pains.
My grandma.
Here I sit in the ER waiting room.
I see why they call it fall.
My whole world is falling all around me.
The caramel-colored leaves crumble away
One by one as the calm wind picks up and rattles the trees
I’m surrounded by sickness
Distress, panic, pain, grief, frustration, brokenness, doubt, weakness
All so raw.
I look into their eyes and sense strong energy fill the room.
It’s there.
The quietness is loud and shakes
A powerful surge of pounding discomfort into my heart
I’m filled with an innate sense of inquisitiveness.
I look a little closer.
With distress comes hope,
With panic comes comfort,
With pain comes healing,
With grief comes new beginnings,
With frustration comes compassion,
With brokenness comes mending,
With doubt comes reassurance,
With weakness comes strength,
With fall come spring once again
And that is the beauty of it