My Season of Tears

My mum says that had I needed a good cry today. I told her it was snowing as I sobbed and she told me to breathe through the tears. This is my season of tears. Tears of love that I've never had before flow like the tides these days. Like the king tides. The tides that come with a winter solstice. The tears that come from the deepest part of my heart. Water flows out of me like the wonder and healing from a stormy heart. After a storm there is calm and cleansing that comes with the stirring up and settling of sediment, the seasoned kind carried through wind, glaciers or water, making room for new growth.