nature has its predictable moods

in which she reinvents herself

every few months

some care little for change

saying,"it is just this or that."

others say,"please why now?"

still more prefer to simply watch

while minding minor upsets

enjoying casual breezes

soft to the cheek

or a day of sunny hugs

before they turn and leave

when chilling winds trail behind

they remember

nature has its predictable moods

"I knew a girl with Winter in her heart and in her eyes;

her gaze was made of flypaper.

And when she wept she wrapped her brow in blue,

and sang a hollow tune,

as words that you can hear, but cannot feel.

I knew a girl with Summer on her hair and in her step;

her feet were made of foolishness.

And when she walked she stepped on every crack,

and broke her mother's heart,

as a love that you can taste, but cannot touch.

I knew a girl with Autumn in her lungs and on her breath;

her mouth was made of drought.

And when she spoke an empty sound came out,

and shuddered all around,

as a draft that you can feel, but cannot hear.

I knew a girl with Springtime on her face and in her fingers;

her hands were made of copper.

And when she reached she loathed her Midas touch,

but clung desperate to its oath

as a feast that you can touch, but cannot taste.

I knew a girl with Time stuck in her head and in her wishes;

her thoughts were made of castles.

And when the tide came it swallowed every grain,

and she dissolved to nothing,

as a child who always knows, but never understands."

-Mcrae-by-Nature

Wattpad, "Where They May".