C.Mase: Seasons of Love.

We met a while back.
I remember it was Spring
Brand New Love.
Beautiful mornings
I used to love hearing how the birds would sing
Its as if they were singing their melody, intentionally for me.
And you.
See, we, were so amazing.
We were everything that spring could be
We were April showers, dripping wet
Turning into may flowers, as we bloomed
And relaxed, like the gentle breeze.
Spring Time was everything..Until the Summer.

Summer brought life to things.
Walks through the park in the Sun
Ice cream dripping..
And ending up in places where it shouldn't be
But who cared right?
It was my Summer, care free.
And yours too right?
Hey whatever.
As long as we were together, there was nothing to lose.
BBQ's and Fourth of July.
Fireworks, but they weren't outside..
See, we, were so amazing.
Shinning bright like the Summer sun..
That is until Autumn would come.

I remember before departure,
Clothes would drop like autumn leaves
Yellow, Brown, Orange, Green.
A mixture of colors as we would fall to the ground
And played around..
In the leaves of course.
It started getting a little chilly out.
And I could feel it.
Not just in the air, but in the depths of my soul.
Even though Summer only just left, I felt dramatically cold.
Confusion on what to wear.
My heart, or my sweater.
Wouldn't want it to get blown away in this confusion of windy weather.
See, we, were so amazing.
But i begin to notice that I'm speaking in past tense
Autumn winds stole my Spring and Summer.
And to Winter, it went.

Cold.
Very cold.
Frostbitten and bitter.
I don't quite understand how seasons change
And I'm not liking Winter.
I don't quite understand how April showers bring the rain
To bring may flowers, which mask the pain.
And I don't understand why the flowers die when Autumn returns again.
Or how winter destroys everything in its path
With something as simple as white snow.
Maybe I couldn't see it it coming
But the trees, flowers, and grass, they knew
Thats why they lost their beautiful hues of greens, and pinks.
And turned into yellows and browns.
They shut down, because they knew what was coming, and prepared themselves for winter.
See, we, were so amazing.
But nature knew better.
Those leaves were my warning
For the upcoming weather.

Its Spring again.
Beautiful Mornings
And i remember how amazing we used to be
The birds are singing.
But I can't quite understand the songs anymore
I guess their no longer meant for me.

-Amazing poem, visit her blog to read more of her work.