Isn’t it funny,
How the seasons warp us the way they do the trees.
The way winter brings gray and spring brings blue.
Some of us returning smiles to the sun,
But a sorrow comes with the edge of winter.

And then the coin turns

Where a glimpse of relief comes with the frigid cold that bites at your begging breath.
But the heat brings on a longing for night times faded favors.

Isn’t it funny
How some of us love the rain,
But can’t bear to be alone with lightning.
Where peace of mind comes with thunderstorms to one,
But light blue and open sky’s are what brings the outward stretch of arms and gleaming smile to a neighbor.

Isn’t it funny
How the seasons warp us—
The way they do the wind.