By Sadie York
Like seasons we come and go
Replicating the colors of the turning leaves
In fall the cold begins to seep in
Drier leaves
Brown, orange, yellow
Crunch crunch crunch
The warmth fades away
And night encloses early
Winter comes along
Trees are barren
Frigid air with arid mornings
Winter days are easy to forget
As they blend into a foggy afterthought
New beginnings blossom in spring
Hope lingers
Intertwined with the pollen
Which carries itself through the breeze
The fog disperses
A light can be seen breaking through the surface of haze
Summer begins in warmth
Excitement exudes from the idea of opportunity
No restraints, all fun
But the warmth burns too hot
A sticky disturbance unwilling to wash off
In the discomfort of summer
There becomes a yearning for fall
And the cycle continues