Seasons

The days change as months go by

And suddenly in the blink of an eye

I’m picking out sweaters for the cold

“The warm beverage is good for you," I’m told.

I stay inside to hide

From the cold winds outside

While the other kids play

And run amuck yelling ‘hooray!’

The cycle completes and we get back

To our sundresses and straw hats

For summer always comes again, as mother used to say

After cold dark winters and rainy days