Seasonal Bliss

I love a fresh fallen snow in winter’s flurry

but I hate the languid lingering stubborn cold.

I love the fresh air that swirls into the house in spring

but I hate the mud that tracks through the back door.

I love the penetrating glow of summer’s sun

but I hate the thick sweat of heavy humid air.

I love the romance of an autumn meadow and floating painted leaves

but I hate witnessing the last leaf flutter to the ground.

seasons

NaPoWriMo Day 10 Un-love, sort of

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