Seasons of the Heart


As the seasons change so does my heart.  I yearn for the warmth of summer. The waves crashing on rocks, the breeze swaying the palms trees and the sun shining across the water.  The coconut smell of suntan lotion and popcorn and cotton candy.  The cool sensation you get when you take a bite of an ice pop and let it melt in your mouth.  I marvel in the splendor of the fall when all the leaves turn colors like a kaleidascope in the horizon.  The patterns they leave on the grass as they fall to ground.  The cool crisp air and the rainy nights that lull me to sleep.  I anticipate the winter with its white coat enveloping the landscape.  Its mounds of snow and blistery mornings inviting children to make snowmen and adorn them with their scarves, hats and mittens.  The ice encased branches and leaves that cast a spell on the land making everything look like crystal.  The smells of pretzels and chestnuts on the carts by the road.  The sounds of Christmas carrols and holiday celebrations.  And then there’s the spring drowning the earth with its dewey mornings and sun showers.  Bringing forth the first signs of color in blooms and trees and bushes.  The smell of fresh cut grass and the scent of roses as they sway in the breeze.  The bunny’s adorning the gardens with the anticipation of Easter.  The colorful jellybeans and peepchicks so soft and sugary.  Oh how I love the seasons and the way my heart swells with anticipation for them to take their turn.