Winter, Summer, Fall

Winter, Summer, Fall

Don't we love them all?

They say seasons change and so do we, but do they really change? or do we flee, from who we were at that place or at that time? or do we stay the same through time and time, season through season, and try to hide behind the lie of time?

Winter comes first, sad and cold, but winter isn't bleak, solemn, or woeful, I think it's a toast, warm and hopeful. Although it may cause worry and sorrow, winter is everything but, a lousy morrow. Winter may give the worst feelings of sadness, and wavering madness, but the in the end it is only a means to cheerful gladness. Whenever winter comes I welcome it home, let it stay for a spell, then bid it farewell, for it only remains if it is given a name, so thereafter I bid it adieu, and continue through and through.

After Winter falls with its solemn flaws, Summer runs along, and they call it, best of all. It promises happiness, warmth, and safety, but behind the disguise hides sadness and lies. Summer wants to be full, of goodness and light, but it could never live up to the surmise of its plight. Forever it will stay, a token of cheer, for underneath it is cowering in fear. To Summer with love, I say this with truth, you are not what they want you to be, show them the you, the you that I see from here where I stand, for there is more to you than what we can stand.

Summer has come and gone, and we've come so far, Fall is now here to guide us along. Oh, dear Fall it has been so long, and we've missed you so, we almost forgot how you fill our sorrow. I try to help them see all you can be, a soft gentle hug, a kiss on the cheek, a little squeeze to put you at ease. But after all, they only see you, as the space in between the sadness, and the glee. For you are much more than the means to an end, you are the very hand that helps us climb in, you are that hug, that kiss, and that squeeze, you are my everything, so please don't leave. Fall you are my hidden gem, the leaves to my tree, the very air I breathe. I wish you to stay forever and soothe my sorrows, but alas it is time to bid you good morrow.

Winter and Summer may seem to be, the best of two worlds, both full of fantasy. But I'm here to say with no dread or dismay, that Fall is the one, the one for us all.

Winter, Summer, Fall.

We don't love them all

For Winter is Summer, and Summer is Winter, but Fall is just Fall, and it is for us all.