The Mask of Seasons 

I wore the mask of winter 

and thought of sitting next to the fire 

on a cold Christmas night. 

I put on the mask of spring and saw

the lovely leaves back on the trees 

with the beautiful sparrows singing.

I tried on the mask of summer 

and thought of going to the beach,

constructing castles out of sand. 

I borrowed the mask of Autumn 

and dreamed of stamping on crunchy leaves 

that fall off the old oak trees.