Nature

In the middle of the warmness of spring

When the leaves were hanging proudly on the trees

And my arms were exposed from my shirt’s short sleeves

I made sure to take a picture

Put it in a frame

And save it for the inevitable cold, gray days.

-Alessandra Foti

Seasons

I enjoyed the snow, the glistening of flurries, and the cold air on the tip of my nose making my nose a slight red.

Winter was not only a season, it was a sequence of events, a place held special in my heart

My birthday fell in the winter, though I never cared much for it or noted any special importance on it,

You were the warmth that was brought within the below-freezing temperature and the ignition of the flame that did not withstand to be put out

Winter was my favorite season

But then, the snow melted, the flowers bloomed, and spring blossomed.

Spring was short and sweet but it didn't winter.

The summer brought endless opportunities, the ones that fill with nostalgia and promise, the light in the shining sun was not itself but you, us

I enjoyed the way that I could have easily been swayed by summer, but it could never winter

But before we knew it, the air began to shiver and I held on to the last of the summer light you gave me.

I guess when I was caught up in the joys, the leaves began to fall turning colors that I haven’t seen before

Soon, winter came around but it did not winter anymore. The feeling of the cold air on my nose and the warmth that was once there disappeared. Winter no longer was my favorite season.

Years upon years, winter was a constant.

This winter was different.

I let go of the fantasies and the broken promises and opened to Spring

Where spring was full of growth and life. Spring was a new constant, a new promise, a world where I’d catch glimpses of winter but never go back.

I began to enjoy spring and it became a new time for hope and laughter.

Spring is my favorite season.

-Krishi Patel