the season said so

spring
taught me to lie,
told me the grizzly likes honey,
and to feed it,
so I wouldn't die

summer
spun me a chrysalis,
put me to sleep,
drugged me with morning mist,
so I wouldn't
have to weep.

autumn
dried me out,
dug me a hole in the wormy ground,
said the sun
was ugly,
so I wouldn't
feel left out.

winter
froze my lips,
pressed the passionate words,
like flattened rose hips,
so
I can't
remember
my
name.

M.