The Seasons. By Erika Beaver

The Seasons. By Erika Beaver

I look to my left and see a girl

Not just any girl, but one that

Reminds me of winter. Her

Emotions are cold, like ice.

And she is sitting on the stairs

With her legs tucked in to her

Chest, as if she’s cold. But, I

Don’t think she’s cold. I think

She is upset, like winter often

Can be. She looks to the ground,

Head shaking like your body

Does when its cold outside.

I’m beginning to feel a little

Chilly myself, so I look in front

Of me and see a man. Not just

An ordinary man. But one that

Reminds me of spring. He is happy

And appears to be full of energy

And his shirt is the color of pink.

He’s got two dogs, those are his

Precious flowers, full of life like

Flowers are in the spring time.

He’s gone now, like spring

Comes and goes, but there is always

Another season, something new

Something exciting. So I look

To my right and see a pack

Of zombies. What a silly thing

To dress up as. This reminds me

Of playing games, games like

Soccer, and Frisbee. Those are

Games you play in the summer.

Summer is warm and welcoming.

People are in good moods in the

Summer, unlike those zombies

Over there, they belong in a much

Gloomier season, such as fall.

Fall is where Halloween lives.

Where the ghosts and goblins reside.

Where people on Halloween night

Sneak up behind you and scare you,

Which is why I turn around and

I see nothing. Nothing at all.

Like all those seasons we just

Went through, mean nothing.

Like they didn’t even happen.

They just come and go, and

They are seen, and then forgotten.

Seasons are ever changing, just

Like everything else in the world.

Nothing stays the same.