Don’t close the window

You can’t anyway.

Even if you wanted to

The breeze tickles your skin

Hear the rain pattering outside

Smell the sweetness of the rainy air

Thunder from the storms is loud

Don’t be afraid, when the

Lightning strikes big and bold.

Table wood is damp with humidity

Sun beams blind your computer screen

Trees are filled with green leaves

Green turns to gold, amber, and blood orange

The colors are everywhere on the sidewalks and streets

Turning to brown as the trees shed their final coat

Pullovers and sweaters. Hats, knit mittens, and soft boots

Become your new wardrobe as

Breezes become chillier and less refreshing.

Feel the cold in your toes

In your hollow bones,

Traveling through your body

Wrap blankets around your shoulders

Hold hot cocoa in your hands to fight the cold

Like white blood cells fight viruses.

Watch the snow fall outside

Build up onto the street outside the open window

Add another log to the fireplace, wrapped in your blanket

The sun melts the snow,

The grass is dead and brown

Will this cold death ever end?

Flower buds sprout,

Snow turns into sleet, turns into rain

Large puddles fill the streets

Umbrellas are no longer the most colorful thing

The grass is green and growing

Buds appear on the trees

The window is still open,

Still watching the world and time pass by

Watching the cycle of nature begin again.