Poetry | Seasons of Emotions

By Yonaton McHugh

May 9, 2018

When all around is green and bliss.

I can remember a time when it was grey.

That's something I willn't miss.

But whether I wish it hadn't happened I can't say.

For I shall remember it until my final day

A biting wind flies and so does a leaf. There is not warmth or life.

From this cold there is no relief. All that's here is misery and strife.

I know what winter brings.

Life lost and love forgotten. A boundary crossed and sustenance rotten.

But with the spring, new things grow. The wooden skeletons grow leaves.

A farmer for the summer doth sow.

With each visit, Winter bereaves. It smothers, freezes, and seizes.

But while it is summer, winter is forgotten.

Photo Credit: https://www.almanac.com/content/first-day-seasons

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