Seasons

sun shines through clouds made of silver linings. the wind walks through my hair and gives me goose bumps all over from the chill.
I constantly wonder, wandering, if it is pushing me forward or pulling me back. If I should or shouldn't go south to see family and friends, if its cold fingertips are what I need.
I'm tired of the rain and the clouds and the sun and snow and ice and wind pulling me pushing me, spinning out of control. The currents of leaves falling turning rapidly into snow then rain then rays of light.
Away I go into the breeze. Arms outstretched and let it catch me to fall where I finally belong.