The For Seasons of Me

The Four Seasons of Me

At times I'm looked upon as Winter, cold and sometimes trying to blow through or around things like a snowstorm's flurry.

At times I'm looked upon as Fall, letting things attached to me fall and be disregarded like the changing leaves of the trees.

At times I'm looked upon as Summer, warm like the sun and bring joy and pleasure to others like ocean waves to bathers.

And I hope as a young woman, someday I'll be looked upon as Spring, sproutng plants and blooming flowers, and someday being able to create life by way of a baby.

Alexandia Paradis