Seasons come and go.
The familiarity is what we anticipate.
A winter breeze
causes a snowflake to land
between her jacket and her warm neck
as another one lands on her tongue
the feelings are different,
they both melt,
but one stings.
She hears a, ” Shh! She’ll hear us!”
behind her grandpa’s truck.
She grabs a handful of snow
and forms a ball,
as soon as the white powdered globe escapes her fingers and begins to travel
in the direction of her line of sight
it begins to crumble.
Clear water spreads around her brother’s head.
“Heard ya!”
The snow melts…
A spring breeze
causing a cold, brief collision
between baby feet and the tiled, kitchen floor
as a mommy plays Tickle Monster
while her fingers contort into needles,
laughter acupuncture.
She can’t help but smile
and wonder
what she was like at her daughter’s age.
The innocence and pure joy
all wrapped up in one moment
pulls at her heart strings,
the feeling is different
it’s fleeting happiness.
One moment it’s here and the next it’s gone.
The sun becomes hotter…
A summer breeze
causing a rigid, small canvass
of hills and valleys on her shoulder
as her voice sings melodious laughter
while she runs across the beach
searching for that beach ball.
“Hey, Bells!”
“Hi? Do I know you?”
“You don’t remember me?”
“I’m the one who use to throw pieces of paper at you during English class. You hated it!”
“Oh, yeah! Hey Chris.
What are you doing here?”
“Just spending summer break with the guys.
We’re having a bonfire tonight if you want to stop by.”
“Yeah, I’ll bring my friends.”
A summer romance begins….
A fall breeze
causes tears to change their path
on her mom’s cheek.
Chris popped the question.
On that same beach.
That same spot
that she didn’t remember him.
Just to start the seasons over together.
Daughter & fiancé
Mother & father
Two pairs of partners.
Four seasons.
Life or Fiction? 
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