Not For Spring

Born in Spring but I

Never fit the season

Of hope and new

Beginnings, tried to

Be a Summer child,

Beads, long skirts,

Perspiration dripping

Down my back, night

Swims in the lake,

Enjoyed those parts

Of me, Fall with crisp

Mornings, sunny

Afternoons spent

Playing in fallen leaves

That stuck to my

Sweater, such colourful

Scenery, who could not

Want to be from that,

Winter was magical,

Catching snowflakes

On tongues, bundled

Up in layers that made

Me waddle, gliding

Over frozen ponds on

Silver blades, it

Was never my desire

To be a Winter child,

Trapped in long times

Of bone aching cold,

Yet here I am, somehow

Summer and Fall

Slipped through my

Life to become

Memories, I light a fire

With my last match to

Warm my spirit, when

It burns out, I will

Leave life in Winter

Never having truly fit

Here in Spring.

By Gail Constable

From: Canada

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