Her Seasonal Sorrow

Spring

She cries

Life is beginning

The ground is breaking

Branches make their way through her skin

They are plucked right out again

‘She is beautiful’ they say

The frost is leaving her body

More color sprouts on her skin

Newborn cries fill the air

Mothers die, swimming in their own blood

She watches after their children

‘She is cheery’ they say

The bright colors blind her

She does not recognize herself

Freedom feels within reach

Change comes quickly

Always shifting, always forgetting

‘She is young’ they say

Summer

She cries

Her skin is beginning to burn

It cracks and breaks

Laughter taunts her

Happiness mocks her

‘She is warm’ they say

She is burning

Sand slips between her toes

Inching its way into every part of her

Until there is nothing left

The water washes her away

‘She is fleeting’ they say

Laughter slowly dies

Music falls quiet

She watches romances fade away

Families drift apart

Bright smiles turn to soft lips

‘She is complete’ they say

Autumn

She cries

There is a chill in the air

Leaves keep her warm

Trampled into her skin

Bitterness enters her mind

‘She is changing’ they say

But she already has

She cannot stop shifting

Death feels within reach

But life clings on

Teetering on a strange edge

‘She is transient’ they say

She doesn’t recognize herself

Every hue of warmth but her own

She is growing lonely

Everyone hides themselves away

As she withers

‘She is dying’ they say

Winter

She cries

The busy streets keep her busy

She nips at every toe and nose

They laugh with warm smiles

She doesn’t know why

‘She is cozy’ they say

The twinkling lights agree

Frozen waters say otherwise

Kindnesses from strangers

More commonplace than ever

Unity is unconditional and fleeting

‘She is magical’ they say

She is barren and cold

They tread on her frozen form

Dancing and laughing

She watches them

She hopes to thaw too

‘She is full of life’ they say

Spring

She cries