On hot days,
when the sun is bright,
the skies are clear,
and the air is sticky,
I would sit in front of the fan,
wishing it was autumn.
On chilly evenings,
when the air is crisp,
the leaves are golden,
and the trees rustle,
I would stare at the clowdy sky,
wishing it was winter.
On snowy nights,
when every room is cold,
the trees are naked,
and the wind is still,
I would lay awake in blankets,
wishing it was spring.
On bright mornings,
when the flowers bloom,
the rain cools into mud,
and the bees buzz,
I would pick flowers and remember,
that it is now.
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ShanRippWriting
Jul 02, 2018
I love this! You have great specific details that capture each different season so well, and the concept that no matter the season we are in, we can't seem to pause and enjoy it because we are so focused on waiting for the next one. Great job, Shannon :)