Four times spring, and other things...

Spring is here. Grass between my toes. Ants tickle. A warm wind blows. Brown eyes stare. They try to read my mind. White skin shines. Birds sing. Soft tones in my ears.
I ask questions, as always. You don't answer them. That's strange.

Autumn. Wind in my hair. Wind on my face. Wind in the trees. Wind in the red and orange leafs.
Wind in my head. Tears threaten to fall. Books are left unfinished. Love is explained. Questions are asked. We fight. We love. We fight more. Rain falls. Rainbows appear. So do signs of heaven. We love. We fight. We love more. We laugh together.

Summer. Children play. Dogs scare girls. Boys scare dogs. Pirates rescue princesses. Damp air on my skin. Small toes are uncovered. Flowers are picked. Flowers are in my hair. My thoughts are mellow. Questions are more burning. Answers are short. Because thoughts are mellow.

Spring again. Grass is turning yellow. Ants are annoying. The wind is stronger. Brown eyes stare once more. But they don't look at me. White skin turns brown. Birds sing. They make my ears hurt.
I ask questions, as always. You don't hear them.

Winter. White world. Cold hands. Warm cheeks. Memories fade. Everything's quiet. Peace in my head. Old oaks are bald. You are sad. I smile. You make me sad, too. You worry. I tell you not to.
You are wise. I am naive, as always. Questions are cold. Answers hurt. Winter always takes too long. The time is frozen. As are my toes.

Spring once more. Grass is barren. I kill ants. The wind is too hot. Brown eyes don't stare. White skin exists no longer. Cheeks are red. Birds sing. But I'm deaf. I ask questions. Your answers are lies. Sad tears are cried. You ask questions. I try to answer. You change. I don't. Angry tears are cried. Heaven is replaced for hell. I'm losing you. Not a single question is asked. For there will not be an answer. The last goodbye is said. And we don't even know.

The last spring. Grass between my toes. Ants tickle. A warm wind blows. Blue eyes stare. They read your words. White skin shines. Birds sing. Their song is happy. Questions are less burning. Answers less needed. Old stories are told. Lessons have been learned. Memories don't fade. Rainbows do. You lied. Purple letter is read once again. Apologies are excepted.