I have stood in my spot diligently since I can remember. It has not been an easy task but I'm lapping in the last bit of warmth from the Summer sun before Fall creeps up; Winter always right on its heels.
the seasons are changing (as they seem to do much to my dismay). The days have already started to shorten as the sun says goodbye earlier and earlier each day until next Spring. The air has a cold bite that can only be attributed to Fall- which very quickly is overtaken by Winter's bitterness
The season changes are the hardest as the days grow short and each night colder than the last. But still I stay. During the wakeful months of Spring, the gardens begin to bloom and paint me a new image of blossoms and with the newly sprouted flowers, come people. They are usually quite pleasant and sit on the bench right next to me, taking in the year's configuration of colours with me. This continues until one day, I wake up to find all of my fragrant friends wilting and lifeless, chocked by the cold that crept up overnight. Slowly, the people become less and less and I begin to grow lonely as the last petal falls from the fleur across from me.
So begins another long and lonely winter.
So I stay, standing all alone in an empty garden.
Exactly where i'm supposed to.
Oh, I yearned for the familiar orange and black of my flying monarch friends. I closed my eyes and imagined the warm sun covering me; the sound of passersby singing through the cobblestone pathways.
Oh, how I yearned for something more than this cold, bland, snow covered life. How I wished for someone. Anyone, to brave this Winter with me.
