Seasons

I stand before the open door
Wondering if I am ready for
Whatever lies on the other side.

The view from here is blurred,
The invitation is barely heard,
And the details are unclear.

Questions flood my mind.
Have I misjudged the time?
Am I ready to enter there?

Worthiness, too, is in doubt,
And now the secret is out!
It’s failure that I most fear.

And yet, I sense it’s time
To leave old patterns behind,
And seek a novel theme.

Just one short step in trust,
Balance and readjust,
And then begin again.