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Seasons of Me Poem

As a poet, therapist, and observer of human behavior, Janis has a keen awareness of what makes people tick and behave the way they do.

Seasonal People

Sunflowers mark the warmth of summertime.

Sunflowers mark the warmth of summertime.

The only way to fully know the soul of a mountain is to live it's all seasons and it's all heights and the same thing is valid for people as well!

— Mehmet Murat ildan

We Change Like Seasons

Human beings are like seasons, changing periodically to accommodate the Earth turning on its axis. Our personalities come in different forms, some cold and frigid while others are hot and capable of scorching another's fragile ego. I offer a poem to illustrate how our dispositions and reactions change with experiences, like the changing elements of each season.

Season's Humanity

"Seasons of Me"

I blow like an angry wind
Swirling inside my system
As an alternate breeze of reason
Calms my volatile mood

I speak the colors of spring
Sharing flowery conversation
With friends renewing bonds
Blooming from seeds planted

Buckets of heavy rain
Pour from my eyes
Filling the dry air with joy and pain
As I navigate the waters of change

I enter a room as a hightide
Rushing in like a hurricane
Followed by a flood of emotions
Keeping up barriers of protection

My scorching words
Burn like the hot sun
Untamed and scattered
Like crisp autumn leaves

I am cold as frozen ground
Covered with winter's snow
Hiding cracks in foundations
Filled with ice

I thaw under summer's warmth
Caressing the season's bare skin
On beaches of the seas
Cushioned by white sands

I am all seasons
Driven by rain, wind and air
Turning me on Earth's axis
Seasons of me


A Cold Season

A beautiful blanket of snow covers the ground and trees in winter.

A beautiful blanket of snow covers the ground and trees in winter.

Our lives are a journey. As we move forward, we will not only figuratively experience the geography of life: the exhilaration of high mountains, the tranquility of calm meadows, the isolation of treacherous canyons, but we will also experience the seasons of life: the hope of spring, the abundance of summer, the harvest of autumn, and yes, the darkness and depression of winter.

— Seth Adam Smith

Creating With Word Prompts

This poem article was inspired by the 57th word prompt, "seasons," offered by our poet and fellow HubPages writer, Brenda Arledge. I've written about seasons before in a couple other poems, so I wondered what I'd be able to say differently. With Brenda's word prompt challenge, I was able to think 'outside of my creative box' and look deeper to find a way to see the word "seasons" from another angle. I found a way to express poetically, a word that has a depth of meaning. Thank you, Brenda, for encouraging us to explore as we write.

"Fall Winter Spring Summer" by Carolyn Malachi (with permission by artist)

Seasons in Personality

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