Seasons

If only I could see the light Standing far away Wishing I could run its way, Without losing all I’ve known

If only I could touch the day Where I may find a path To guide me through the sullen rut Without trampling all I’ve sewn

If only the stars would light my way, Yet I stumble through the dark Hoping for my thinning tether To last another day

If only the light could reach me Through the ashen clouds That choke out the rays of hope In the ides of my dismay

If only I could touch the height Where it all would make sense No longer falling through the brush In a canopy veiled by plight

If only I could touch the night And tear it all away As all would stand and hear my call To grasp the fading light

Clara Stevens

Sunlight was cascading in through the open windows of my room, beckoning me to run outside and partake in the beautiful becoming that was summer. I didn’t hesitate, practically floating to the open front door. There, I would stand and drink in every detail, every sound, every feeling that fluttered across my skin like the butterflies of early June. I loved the bright colors that pulsed with the rhythm of every living creature in sync. The best part was the smell. The smell of each season is unique in every way. Spring gives you a boisterous embrace, demanding you fill your lungs with the sensations of winter melting. Early March

made me feel as if I could never breathe enough to meet my desire, even if for a thousand lifetimes. But summer is different. The smell gave a remorseful hint of spring, like the last goodbye from the rainy months, but a rejoicing in everything old. Summer made you remember. It made you think in the lazy haze, as you breathe deeply, but never wildly, as summer’s invisible hands brush down your face. And I loved the feeling of letting my senses take the reins, wanting to live through every moment. Opportunity stains the air, promises of happiness in the future. Contrasting feelings, cold water, lonely remembering air, and rambunctious friendly attitudes made way for my smile. Summer was for loving, relaxing, soul-searching, and finding a little adventure sprinkled in, like salt balancing the perfect meal. Summer never leaves without letting you feel. As the end of the hot months near, your attitude sombers, reminiscing, watching the evanescence of idle, happy moments.

You then smell the chill, and maybe feel slightly comforted by the idea of autumn joining you, with the cold air slipping through shaky house boards.