I decided to write this poem about the choice between summer and winter and the different types of beauty they both hold. Personally, I find myself switching between which one I like more pretty often (Autumn is probably my favourite season just for being a comfortable in-between). Feel free to comment your favourite season if you’d like. I hope you enjoy the poem!
Tender Choice
Will you find solace in the summer months
when leafy trees are heaving with life’s love
and romance lingers in the rosy air
as blossoms tie themselves in your hair?
Or will you find your heart in wintertime
when chills roam across the frozen earth
which icy dew paints in its palest hue
as skeleton trees embrace the chosen few?
Oskar Leonard 