Seasons

My family are the seasons.

My father is summer.

Sometimes it is an enjoyable day

but others are too hot to bare.

Payton is spring.

Mostly a happy day.

But sometimes those 

days are ruined by storms of fits. 

My mother is winter.

It could be a bitter,

cold day, 

without any snow.

And I am fall.

My emotions changing

rapidly with the colors of the trees.

Author's Note

Another poem I wrote in English. Tell me what you think.

Reviews

[Shannen Forrester]

Nicely written and an interesting metaphor :)
I would personally say you are spring, happy and just emerging into a happier more confident person :)

[~Brooke Moran~]

Awe, thank you (: