Acclimatize

Spring peeks its head
through my cracked window
and blows the pages of my book
into a disheveled mess
these seasons they pass oh so quickly now
in and out of my life
taking little slivers of me
with them
weeks fly like jets
leaving trails in my eyes
lines on my brow
I ink my skin to
be more colorful
like a preening peacock
maybe it helps me forget
the pain of days gone by
of Summers who loved me
and fled
always looking for Autumns arms
or Winters allure of stillness