Four Turns Poem by Carla Nestoros

Winter, you are disgusting.
You stare me in the face, cold.
You are heartless and slippery,
you are suicidal.

Spring, your innocence makes me sick.
You giggle at me, tossing your hair.
You’re immature and sugar coat
the damage winters done.

Summer, you’re the worst of all.
You hold out your hand, welcoming.
But you are false hope. You try too hard
to be something you clearly are not.

Autumn, don’t let those seasons taunt you.
Your warm colours have cold harsh winds.
You are so calm but unpredictable
you are imperfect.
Your leaves are so high
but they fall so far.
You’re sun can shine so brightly
and nobody will question it.
Autumn, you are perfect.
Let nobody tell you otherwise.