Three-Season Girl

For the briefest of moments
With new eyes I see
The white winter sky
As bright and pretty.

With wise trees standing
In the in between
All pretenses dropped
Crisp and clean.

I marvel, enraptured
By the peace found there
In the quiet simplicity
Courageous and bare.

My life a stark contrast
Rarely coming to rest
Scheduled and chaotic
An organized mess.

Every now and again
I try to pare it down
To make empty spaces
For me all around.

But like my kitchen table
And my dresser top
Clutter sneaks back in
The noise and the slop.

And I think I must like it
‘Cuz I can’t make it stop.

With a blink of my eyes
The fresh perspective’s gone
No longer captivated
The sky is grey and dull.

The silence of winter
Soon feels so wrong
Oppressive and heavy
Unbearably long.

Though maybe there’s a lesson
To be learned from the seasons
The evenly paced circle
Might be for good reasons.

When I’m discontent
I make the pendulum swing
One extreme to the other
It’s not a good thing.

The lead of Mother Nature
Maybe I should follow
Creating beauty
Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall.

Or maybe I should quit trying
To be something I’m not
I’m a three-season girl
Planted in the wrong spot.