You Were The Seasons
- Jessica Urlichs
- Nov 30, 2020
- 1 min read
My Darling,
You were the storm that crashed against me that took the shoreline with it.
The tide that rocked and soothed me.
The wind that had me mourning for the leaves you kissed into autumn.
You were the fire that ignited mine when the darkness took hold.
The sun showers that moved me in streams down my cheeks.
The warmth that breathed life into my core.
My roots grounded.
My heart soaring.
You were the seasons they spoke of.
Ever changing and blooming.
For I thought I was growing you,
when you were growing me too.
Such a beautiful, aching piece—full of change, growth, and quiet power 🍂🌱 Reading it feels like riding every emotion at once… kind of like the flow and momentum you get in Slope Rider 2.
The way you weave seasonal imagery throughout the piece beautifully reflects themes of growth and transformation. It reminded me of reflections I recently read on a personal development blog, where phonydiploma was mentioned in passing as one of many tools people encounter along their journeys. Writing like this feels deeply intimate while still resonating on a universal level, and it’s a pleasure to read something so heartfelt.
This poem is tender and powerful, using the language of seasons and Monkey Mart nature to beautifully capture how love can transform, ground, and quietly help us grow.