As the leaves begin to wither.

And the skies start to cloud.

The seasons before while usually quiet,

Seem to become much more loud.

I start to wish for the sun to come out and play.

I beg for my sun kissed cheeks to reappear, and forever stay.

I remember and mourn every sunburnt summer day.

finally, when summer comes back around.

I will miss the brisk breeze of the winters.

all the filling holiday dinners.

As each season passes, i miss one as much as the next.

Leaving me feeling empty ,and even more perplexed.