The smell of the air
On an October day.
The multicolored leaves
Dancing with the wind on the
Cool concrete pavement.
The shuffling of my feet
As I take in
Every
Last
Bit
Of Autumn.
The soft, fresh grass
Beneath my bare feet.
The scent of cut grass
Drifts our way.
As we lay in front of the school
On a Saturday.
And the silence broken by laughter,
As one of us is hit with a plush penguin
Thrown by the other.
This is our Springtime.
The heat of the Sun beating on a black t-shirt
As we hit main street on the way to the local concert.
And we sit quietly,
Holding my closed umbrella until the rain comes.
Resting,
eyes closed on the itchy grass
until hearing a breaking noise and stifled laughter
Only to turn and see that the umbrella is in shambles.
And as the rain comes down in buckets, I laugh,
Throw the wrecked umbrella aside,
And play Frisbee because this is my Summer.
The chill comes in.
The hot cocoa comes out.
Into a cup of steaming hot coffee;
Into my body,
Warming me internally.
And I stand outside.
The freezing air is invigorating
To a lonely girl.
And I cry inside,
Because I realized
I missed my Winter.
