Sad in Winter, Doing OK in Spring: How the Seasons Affect the Poetry I Write

It might sound corny, but I’ve always felt pulled by the seasons,the joy of summer, the somberness of winter, the renewal of spring, the calm of fall. And at times, this affects my poetry.

I’m not as connected to nature as I’d like to be, but it still calls to me from time to time. I hope that someday my relationship with the world will be more pure than fearful, and that I can enjoy the magic of it all more. I’m working on living in the moment,on being more in tune with myself and the world around me. The universe whispers, but I still feel lost, disjointed. It’s a relationship I’m trying to mend. But poetry helps me feel more connected.

I love when it rains, and the words just flow, like they were always meant to be—floating in the ether, waiting for me to be inspired and write them down. When it’s cold, my writing shifts,I find myself drawn to themes of loneliness and heartbreak. But when it’s warm, I write about passion, about desire. Maybe it’s because I’m a romantic, and at times, to cope, I escape into my mind. I daydream myself into oblivion, and it’s wonderful until it’s not. But it really does help my writing. Daydreaming, imagining, romanticizing the little things,it helps me write better, I think. Imagining the world the way I prefer it, the way it is, the way it could be. And when the weather changes, it just fuels my creativity. My mood is so easily swayed by the seasons and their stereotypes,summer flings, winter romances. I feel it so deeply.

Sometimes, feeling everything so intensely hurts. It lingers in my dreams, in the way I breathe. I don’t know why I’m this way, but I’m grateful for it. Because even through the ache of it all, there’s still beauty in it.