I pick up the fruits and the flowers
Because summers do not last enough
I watch the child as she devours
Every toffee and pastry puff.
“I want to eat while I can,” she said
Giving me a sheepish smile
“You can’t stop untill I’m fed,”
She declares, swallowing another pile.
I look up to the sky in defeat
And ration for wintery nights
Barring the hundred degree heat,
I let the child in me take the lead.
Even in summer, the snowstorm is never through
The wonderland you creates is in blue
When Autumn never leads me askew
Winter will always draw me to you.