Mixed Seasons

Winter made me feel so warm,
snuggled up to watch snowstorms.
Singing kettles every night,
in your arms, I cuddled tight.

Spring appeared, changing the scene,
turned the ground into bright green.
Salty tears fell like dead leaves,
spring erased by autumn thieves.

Summer approached feeling cold,
parting hearts had lost their hold,
icy drinks filled my bare hands,
helping me to understand.

Autumn offered a new start,
springing in to brighten hearts.
Sunny showered rainbow hues,
light-filled views all became true.

Every climate is perceived,
outer thoughts are interweaved,
inner mirrors that reflect,
all the things that we project.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy