In my springtime I loved
when it was new
and the weather report
promised laughter in the afternoon

Again in the summer
when it was warm
and I basked in it’s sun
in reflective delight

I loved in my autumn
wrapped in it’s multi coloured coat
ignoring the weatherman’s prediction
that the wind would change

Now in my winter
when the newness and warmth
are needed most
it’s a foul wind that blows
and I feel a chill in looking back
knowing that I will follow my sorrow