The cold nipped my nose like a puppy
Wind chapped my lips like each gust contained razor blades
My eyes cried tears
Solidifying into frozen spears
My hands rubbing in prayer
For spring

The fragrance of fresh flowers wafting in my nose
Honey suckle and fresh air entering between my lips
My eyes cried tears
Being cold no longer my fears
Yet I wanted more, I wanted my skin to pulsate with the sun
Of summer

The sunburn turning me into Rudolph
Parched, insatiable lips
My eyes tried tears
Evaporated by heat,  it sears
This hot needs to stop before I drop, I need the shade
Of autumn

A crimson leaf caressing my nose
Cider residue on my lips
Eyes cried tears
The leaves a whirl of life, changing, winter nears
But I want scarves, cocoa, nights by the fire, Christmas, the snow
Of winter

Looking for new to be different
Seasons bringing new emotions, new thoughts
But old actions remain the same
Wanting new but reverting to old
Seasons to be the same