I was raised by 

the bright colors of autumn

and the soft chattering of leaves

as they gather on the ground.

The crisp morning air

making it just cold enough

to have to wear a sweater.

And the “aww” as I spot a deer

Dart through the dense forest

This is my Autumn.

 

I was raised by 

the giggles 

as snow lands on my nose. 

The swoosh,

swoosh,

as my skis 

fly across the blanket of white.

The sun shining through

the weighted down pine bows,

and the snow sparkling as the light

bounces off the powder.

This is my Winter

 

I was raised by 

watching small sprouts

grow into gorgeous flowers.

The dew on the grass

glittering,

glistening,

and twinkling,

as the first rays of light

hit the ground,

and the last drops of snow on the trees

melt away,

sprinkling my face.

This is my Spring

 

I was raised by 

the warm water of Damariscotta Lake

engulfing me

like a soft hug.

The sun finally setting at 9 pm.

The joy

as I run across the sand

Waves lapping at my feet

The long walks in the woods,

listening to the chipmunks scamper,

and the trees that bend with the wind

This is my Summer

 

I was raised by 

constantly learning 

and only sometimes understanding

the world that could someday be no more,

wanting to fight to save it,

because

this is my

beautiful kind of Nature.