Summer and Autumn...Winter...and Spring

Something I wrote during school. It's about the seasons and one person who doesn't like them even when they're okay.

“Constantly Seasonal”


I.
They’ll miss it, they’ll miss the forts, fights, and angels
Trying to catch just one flake on the tips of their tongues only to have it melt
They’ll miss having to line their coats with coats
Christmas hams and giving out anonymous Valentine cards.
They’ll miss steamy hot chocolate, crackling fire places, and days off from school.
They’ll miss their red faces buried in every pile of snow.

I won’t miss this when it’s gone
The chapped lip causing winds
The numb noses, fingers, and toes
I won’t miss snow getting cozy in my ears
And when I try to dig it out my frosty fingertips push it deeper.
I try and avoid every snowflake in my way
They dance around me, closing in, they taunt me.
I never got to make snowmen or hang my stocking.
Winter break is too short…back to seeing those kids five days a week.
I’m not waiting for the winter end I’m waiting for it to change
…for it will never end.

II.
They’ll miss all the bouquets and chasing butterflies.
The Easter egg hunts and sunny days.
They’ll miss playing outside, able to once again swing those sets and slide those slides.
Lying in the grass and watching the clouds silence the rays.
Spring break at grandmas, she would smother them with chocolate.
They’ll miss the warmth when it runs its course.

I won’t miss this when it’s gone
I never got to meet my grandparents, never spoiled by affection.
The ragweed and pollen clogging my nostrils
The drops of rain landing on the back of my neck
Running a shiver all over my body.
I’d rather stay inside, away from the rain
Away from all their giggles at recess and fun.
I’m not jealous… I’m annoyed. And they’ll stop having fun
When the sun is the only thing in the sky…

III.
They’ll miss the sand castles and picnics
They’ll miss BBQs and fireworks on the 4th of July.
Three whole months of freedom, no math equations, no book reports, no science fairs.
They’ll miss pool parties and melted puddles of ice cream.
Having a ballpark frank at the ballpark.
Family vacations and catching fireflies in washed out pickle jars.

I won’t miss this when it’s gone
The sweaty, muggy, air causing my lungs to work extra hard.
Mosquitoes and gnats and flies and wasps, I could go on naming pestering pests.
They invade my personal space, luckily I’m armed with fly swatters and Raid.
Sand gets in my pants and shoes, I should wear flip flops but every step annoys.
They’re stuck outside while I’m stuck inside, the AC is getting a little chilly.
But they’ll want to beat the heat, and they can’t
Wait until the three unbearable months are over.

IV.
They’ll miss the feeling of the first day of school. New friends
New teachers, new life lessons.
They’ll miss Halloween and all the free sugar rushes.
They’ll miss Thanksgiving and all the sleepy TV.
Football games and hayrides.
Picking apples for apple pie, apple sauce, apple cider.
They’ll miss jumping in fresh piles of leaves.

I won’t miss this when it’s gone
More wind and more rain pressure the trees to drop their leaves.
Back breaking raking and a runny nose.
Annoying school bells and hallway duty.
Weeks and months of headaches full of screams and cries.
I can’t wait until winter break, finally some time away from these kids.

I.
The chapped lip causing winds
The numb noses, fingers, and toes
The flurries which blind my vision.
…
I won’t miss this when it’s gone…some things are worth leaving.