The Seasons of Me

I was born from her womb

During the winter's moon,

A chilling breath bestowed.

But my blood boiled warmth,

Coursing my veins, I learnt:

To circulate the heat to my toes.

Over the years did I leap,

Placing faith in my feet,

To take me where I needed to go.

But even though I loved,

And have risen above,

A coldness I still managed to stow.

The permafrost still seethes,

At night, into my dreams,

Where weariness winters in the snow.

A dear mother's embrace,

A father's fall from grace,

A distance does relentlessly grow.

Diverging, I split,

Take my father's wit,

And what my mother has taught me to know.

I'll retain summer's heat,

Dance lively in the streets,

Meet new friends wherever I go.

Maintain cool demeanour,

Get there safer, sooner,

Remember the wisdom of the snow.

For worry is weakness,

But ego will reap less,

And drive the audience from the show.

All I really can be,

Is a mixture of these,

Pray to blossom in the afterglow?

I've been partial to fall,

A season that's my all,

Let my soul drift like leaves when wind blows.