Season of Feelings
Human nature sways much like the swing of the seasons
Suddenly, subtly, it graduates from the simmers of Summer
Into the serene colors of Fall…
But how often does one fall?
How often do we chill into the brisk and blurry blizzards of Winter?
Do the winds of weathered relationships and stormier trips
Somehow stumble their ways into the Spring?
Or do they freeze and crack?
Shattering slowly and soundly
The flurries of flakes are fraught with frightening frays
Less than happy days
That make one wish the steams of Summer might once return
But the seasons are less predictable than we’d hope
Sometimes Winter lasts longer than with which we can cope
It’s a slippery slope I swear
The flowers of Spring are slow to bloom
They have yet to shake off the cold’s gloom
And perhaps they might not yet still
That’s assuming they ever will
Spring is slow to come and quick to end
We’re back at Summer again
And for how long do we sit in the sizzling sweat that Summer begets?
Sometimes the scorching sun
Can do as much damage as Winter’s done
It’s good fun
The shift from frenzied frosts to searing sweltry
From the lowest to the highest degree
The world is wont to weaving
Leaving, believing, and achieving
We are not so different, the world and I
After all, every fall I shed my leaves and die
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