Seasons Opinions Poem by Rebecca Stansfield

In the spring your seeds would fluctuate,
as butterflies above you flew,
but this time you started realising,
your fondness for weather changes grew.
I saw you change over the course of the year,
you used to hate the snow,
but now you're not admitting you're looking forward to it,
but you can't wait, I know.
The summer in the past was bound for you,
an indoor excuse of playgrounds,
but now I'm watching you running around,
in circles outside on the summer ground.
I used to send you pictures of the autumn leaves,
falling all around some delicate lovers we did not know,
and you used to ignore my accusations like,
my feeling for the snow.
But this year you made me realise,
your changes are summer-bound,
they're not keeping you from living now,
but they're happy-smelling sounds.
Because you identified the colour change,
of The Knoll, Forests and Parks,
and your bitterness for what you hate,
are finally making their mark.