A Change of Seasons

I looked at my creaky calendar While Burning in the humid heat Longing for the days to be slender Feeling suffocated, strangled with defeat I yearned for these days to end I thought of the cool winter setting in I thought of the struggles that the cold could mend At last the cool cold finally came The days began to get shorter There started to be less light Warmth felt like an opaque border It becomes difficult to pass through I tried to flee the bitter heat But got trapped by the condescending cold I realised that even though change sounds sweet Its direction must never be uncontrolled