All Our Seasons

Then there were seasons. We had our spring and our long warm summer, but then came our autumn of fading days where the darkness of winter covered all our days with cold hard frosts neither of us could break through.

We had a long freezing winter of cold harsh days and lonely shivering nights when the bed turned us away from each other, rather than huddling us together under the heaping drifts of a thick warm quilt.

Then, one day, for reasons neither of us saw, the first day of spring broke through our long years of winter. There was green at the edges of our dull lifeless trudge through the harsh blizzards we had thrown at each other. There was birdsong again in greening trees once stark and bare.

I found a snowdrop growing up out of the cold bare ground and for the first time in years I took it to her and she smiled as though the long thaw began with that one single gesture.

Soon there were signs of spring everywhere, as our world began to bud and bloom again. The bed grew warm as we wrapped ourselves around each other, comforting each other whenever the memories of that long cold winter sent shivers through each of us.