Season River Poem by Barry Middleton

seasons come and go
I've seen quite a few

liquid moods and change
are all I ever knew

I am left to grieve
beneficent intention

just as rivers pass
fading to oblivion

what does it matter now
broken heart or promise

I finally have become
a jaded doubting Thomas

I have seen the wound
I know the bitter pain

I was washed anew
in blood and lust and rain

so it is with waters
baptism and rebirth

as I begin again
to tally up the worth