The moon-shadow falls upon your freckled face

You tell me a story of when you were young

You loved summer

You loved the bright shining sun

The world was alive

You played and danced and swam

Tan lines from your swimsuit, sunburn from being out too long

Soon, you preferred spring

The summer got too hot

You started to love the rain

The world was quieter and softer

You went through sunscreen a lot slower, you got paler

Not after long, you started to love a stormy day

On the first of fall, you smiled as if you hibernated all summer

The leaves crunched and shook in the wind

You bought big thick jackets

Your cheeks grew redder as the air grew colder

Winter arrived and you had a sigh of relief
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You stayed inside and covered up with blankets and wool

Writer's Statement: I made this in poetry class and liked how it turned out and felt it kind of represented growing up.