Seasonal Shifts


Grey against the green,
stark transition of
love to hate,
peace to rage.

She resonated with
the sky that day,
drastic change
in mood,
the seasonal
shifts so
like her own.

Mirrored that
the piercing burn
of gust chilled
slapping her cheeks.

Moments later,
soothing sensations
of a ray of sun,
calming the
harsh sting
that lingered.

Preserved by the
lasting ache
of that tug,
oppositions of weather
the emotional
struggle that still pounds
in her chest.


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