Seasons in my Mind
In winter when the trees stand stark and bare, the view behind our house goes on for miles. I breathe the icy cold that grips the air and struggle through the snow that drifts in piles across the road, the walk and up each stair. We’d watched it fall and couldn’t hide our smiles until we had to shovel it somewhere.
In early spring the weather’s mighty cool; I gaze across the fields of greening grass where daffodils and dandelions rule and water in the pond is smooth as glass. Each pothole in the drive becomes a pool that sparkles as a sunbeam makes a pass and I’ve forgotten winter was so cruel.
The summer brings us sultry, humid nights with songs of love-drunk frogs on lily pads, as moon sends silver beams of rippling lights and children capture fireflies with their dads. On windy days, when boys display their kites, we cheer the proud creations of these lads, whose works of art are fantasies in flight.
The crisp, cool air of fall sneaks up on me– from sleeveless shirts to jackets in a blink. As brilliant reds and golds paint every tree and Autumn signals one all-knowing wink, the foliage quite suddenly blows free. I savor scenes and let their chorus sink into my favorite stores of memory.
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