seasons

it is spring and i am a puddle

who dreams of the ocean

but dries up in the sun.

it is summer and i am a glass jar

with dead fireflies

and an open lid.

it is fall and i am a crumbled leaf

where the crunch of my bones

brings joy to a child.

it is winter and i am the flame

of an apple-scented candle

for a woman sick with a cold.

it is spring again and i am the rain

that falls from the clouds

and caresses your window.

it is summer again and i am an amplifier

for the music that dances

with the steam of your shower.

it is fall again and i am the earth

too cold for you to lie on

but a home for the rabbits.

it is winter again and i am the lighter

that helps you find your car keys

and lights your cigarettes.

i am a cycle meant to change with the seasons

but what is changed if i always

find my way back to you?