The Seasons

“Poetry might be defined as the clear expression of mixed feelings.” —W.H. Auden

How does one express mixed feelings? And who among us doesn’t have them at one time or another? I would venture to say that every one of us experiences them at intervals.

I’m not sure if I’m writing poetry or as some call it, prose. I’m going to say that what I write is sort of like stories written in prose. The following one is an attempt to portray my feelings, and they are mixed, about the seasons. Appropriately, I’ve titled it, “The Seasons.”

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The Seasons

Some people say that winter is the best of the seasons.
And they’re sort of convincing when they share their reasons.
Who am I to pick one of nature’s times over the rest;
And with my own limited reasoning, call it other than the best?

I’m inclined to like winter’s…