You raked up all the leaves
wiped your face on your sleeves.
Your sweater is not thick enough
to keep out the breeze.
The breeze turns into strong wind,
blowing away the leaves.
Autumn has never been
easy to please.

You shoveled away the snow
hoping the shivers will go.
You're missing a pair of gloves
your fingers have froze.
The sky is grey as snow falls
down on your uncovered head.
Winter has never been
for the living it's for the dead.

You cleared away the debris
that was from the last winter storm.
You don't need those long sleeves
because it is warm.
Birds come out to sing of love
they build their nests.
Spring has never been
a time for rest.

You can feel the heat suffocate
and the sweat stings your eyes.
Yet you won't remove the sunglasses
what do you want to hide?
People are staring as you struggle
they're so confused.
Summer has never been
a time to show you're bruised.