Seasons
Alike in sweet, sorrowful moments
The change in weather calls for thought
Each storm presents new components
Both seasons may leave us distraught
Spring and Fall
The flowers that were born, now begin the wither
The beginning and end of it all
I see you start to thither
The seasons contain hardships
Not any different than you and I
We close each other off like guard ships
I can feel you preparing your goodbye
Flowers cannot grow without rain
Love is not love without pain
About the Contributor
Reagan White, Editor
Reagan White is a senior and in her third year of editing for the Beaver Tales Newspaper. She enjoys reading coming-of-age books, crocheting, and cuddling...