I don’t remember how winter feels, but I know how it should;
Brisk against my skin, frigid in the wind.
The leaves on our front lawn, from red to raked;
Out there in the cold, as winter withers our yard.
Winter hoodie, drape over me.
I wonder if it’s cold enough to turn over the sea.
Winter hoodie, drape over me, please.
Hide my face, protect my skin.
Winter comes, as I wait for summer again.
A different season, I lose all sense of reason.
As winter withers my skin.
Some have bad days; outside my house, there are bad seasons.
I can remember how summer feels, but where has this feeling gone?
The urge to go outside and run and run;
I rush inside now to hide from the fun.
Winter hoodie draped over me.
Summer days, please return to me.