Seasons
I am the weather, changing with the movement of the sun across our shared sky. I am spring, budding emotions - emerging colours - soft green against harsh brown. I am winter, sometimes cold and forbidding, but mostly wrapped up warmly, hibernating, hiding potential of new life deep within. I am autumn, surrounded by its warm rich red yellow colours and constant windy turmoil. I am summer, warmth on my skin lazy contemplation under the afternoon sun. So weatherman, predict me if you can... Sign in to see full entry.