Algid weather frosts and chills me.
Sweet rain revives my lifeless spirit.
Wind blows on my sun-beaten skin.
Finally, gold and orange fall down all around me.
The seasons; oh how they change.
They penetrate my senses to change me,
to mold me.
I am different every year;
I am stronger, see differently.
This does not make me fair-weathered
But more wise and becoming.
