Sometimes it all seems so damn hard
And I want to just go home to my bed
Sink in the warmth
And rest my head

But between these dark cold clouds
I see the baby blue sky
Shyly waiting amidst the steel and soot
To come out again and fly

And I wonder
How I ever came to be
So many shades of me
If she made me, then who made she?

My sister summer
She’s moved on
Her greens are keeping a different beat
And they fall to the ground
In waves of color at my feet

Days grow short and my night pipes swell
They creak and sputter to warm my toes
Fear and excitement
As the wet chill grows

And I wonder
How I ever came to be
So many shades of me
If she saved me, then who saved she?

Notes: This is an old one that I stumbled upon the other day while going through some papers. My life has changed in so many ways since writing this. At first, when I read it I wondered if it was mine because I so rarely put rhyme in my poetry. I thought it had a few nice lines in it — hope you enjoy.