I like the middle seasons, the rising and falling.
As in a good novel or a good life,
that is where the excitement is.
Summer’s heat and brittle winter
are for avoidance and snuggling in,
protection from the extremes.
For me it is the in-between, when flowers bud
or leaves turn brilliant and fall to cushion the earth
and blanket it from the cold comforter of December.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Turn, Turn, Turn.” Seasons change so quickly! Which one do you most look forward to? Which is your least favorite?