Once, I was blossom, daughter of Spring- petals like feathers, soft and fledgling and the sunshine nourished me, the sunshine smiled down at me.
An Autumn breeze touched me, somewhere in the midst of Summer, but I shook it off
I shook it off.
I woke to morning dew, and the sounds of birds above me. I listened as they spoke- wise words that I almost understood.
I lingered long in youthful dreams; the sky exquisite, the moon enchanted.
And then from nowhere- prematurely- Winter stalked up on me... such cold fingers, wrapping around the branches, wrapping around my consciousness.
I saw, quite clearly, how fragile I was. I trembled and shivered
trembled and shivered.
A new day and Winter faded- drifted into shadows. The air felt cooler, I felt changed. My reality was no longer mine, but blighted with the chill that had attached itself to me.
This was long ago. Only now do I see the consequences. One by one, my petals fall- they float to the ground like absurd snowflakes- and no, the irony is not lost on me.