UnEarth Magazine.

_{Writing by Meredith Kovarovic – Art by Sofia Missana}

Spring is where it begins. 

Flowers grow to take their shape, 

and a seagull 

swoops outside my window. 

She is comforting 

in her familiar beauty. 

The flowers begin to bud. 

I like Spring. 

Summer follows. 

I spot the first bee 

and follow its path 

until it disappears. 

There is a sense of comfort, 

of childhood in summer, 

nostalgia. 

The buds begin to flower. 

I can hear the lawn mower 

as the sun begins to rise. 

I can smell the grass  

from my window. 

I like Summer. 

Fall is next. 

The leaves, once green, 

gradually start to turn 

red, yellow, and orange. 

The treescape is no longer 

monochromatic. 

The air becomes crisper, easier 

to breathe in. 

Sweatshirts and new beginnings 

encapsulate Fall. 

I like Fall. 

But winter is looming. 

Ice and snow and cold and dark. 

Winter means bad months. 

Winter means depressing months. 

I can’t wait for it to be warm again! 

You say so certainly. 

But I like Winter  

and the sparkles on the  

sun kissed snow. 

Winter isn’t so bad. 

Now it is once again Spring. 

Spring is where we conclude. 

The flowers begin to bud, 

and the seagull 

I have come to know 

swoops outside my window. 

I have seen her before, 

and she is comforting. 

I like the seasons.