9/10/10

Our Seasons
By Lena Sutter


It began with a summertime swing set.
The rain fell so sweetly
drop
by
drop
but we refused to go inside.

As the leaves slowly transformed,
we lost all thoughts of “I,”
discovering
and
learning
the meaning of “we.”

The days of knee deep snow came suddenly,
and we held close; grasping
tighter
and
tighter
as they tried to destroy us.

In the end, barefoot in spring’s puddles,
we said our goodbye. We
broke
and
cried.
I realized I loved you.

And now, under life’s grey skies,
I try not to forget our
laughter
or
heartbreak.
I will always love you.


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Lena's a 15 year old who writes just because it feels right. She figures love has a different meaning to a kid like her and someone has to be the one to get it out.