Four Seasons Poem by David Levitas

For a full four seasons I have let all weathers creep my consciousness
Rivet my being in the arms of care and secular provision
And carry forth my labours with indecision
Have felt the rock of a strained passion hood
As I, this petty plot did circumvavigate
Circling the areas of my inhospitality again and again.
Full two springs have I been left horrified
At my own lot; craven, scared, full of wind and pith
For my recovery, at this my point of entry
Into a world where all seems lacking,
The vital days of empathy, imaginatively empowered
As I on the stone of resentment lie disempowered,
Bereft of the quality of life that makes mountains from a grain of sand.