My life is a colorful meadow

With blossoming flowers in spring;

With ladybugs shining around

And crawling-up beetles that sting.   

My life is a hot boiling summer

With breezes from time to time, 

With few spiders waiting for drama

And some scorpions biting for fun.

My life is a golden chaos 

With dancing leaves in fall,

Admiring the plentiful harvest,

Wondering where to store.

Winter is wonderful season

That heals each wound inside;

It varies from heater to freezer,

That makes me feel alive.

No matter what is the season 

I walk with fancy bag, 

Fresh lipstick and, for obvious reason,

…butterfly on my hat.

By Petrouchka Alexieva

From: United States