Things change,
For instance, the color of the leaves.
And your joyful attitude.

It all becomes colder,
Thanksgiving is right around the corner,
but our family isn't in the festive mood this year.
We all act happy,
And enjoy the time left.

Cold,
Quiet
I want to be alone,
I want to warm myself in your jacket.

You loved basketball,
I've grown to hate it.
I've lost color and warmth,
So have you.

Visiting the Amish was a must.
We harvested together,
And grew closer.

I've grown warmer,
I’ve blossomed into a stronger me.
It still storms here and there,
But I've learned to love the rain.

My face and tears are hot,
Feeding cows with you in 90 degree heat
Was never miserable.
I knew you'd have lemonade ready right after.
You’d always “yell” at me for
Splashing and soaking
the cows with cold water from the hose.
My heart is only filled with warmth
And positivity.

But Winter will always make my heart
Cold.