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.
NaPoWriMo Day 10 Un-love, sort of