Seasons in a Marriage

By John Bennett

As ample hearts in Spring are full, 
so grapes weigh on the vine. 
If we can make it to the summer 
we might heal, just in time.

If the setting sun were beautiful,
and the grapes were off the vine,
and the ripples were on the water,
and her hands were formed to mine

The Fall would not have been so bad;
we could have carried on. 
Our tears would not have dripped in vain,
if we could still be one. 

The winter would not be so grey,
the sky not such a tone,
the wind not such a torment,
across my solitary home.

John is a graduate student studying psychology at Wake Forest University. His literary and philosophical influences include Ancient Greek theater, Rimbaud, Gide, Giraudoux, Cocteau, Céline, Malraux, the Beats, Schopenhauer, and Nietzsche. He is an Army combat veteran, having served five deployments. His poetry has appeared in Zenith literary magazine and Lothlorien Poetry Journal. On Twitter @JohnBen46646181, on Instagram @marvelouslonewolf.