Flashback Post #2--It's Green Right Now

I wrote the following in my journal my sophomore year of college:

"I'm in the park...I needed quiet time. I needed outside. And I thought of this poem. The weather now, you can't tell if it's going to be springtime or autumn.

It's green right now, and who could tell?
Whether winter's storm or summer's spell
Is past this blooming moment's swell.

The bitter air that stings in draughts
A doubting brow to eyes have brought
Many greener days, or dead leaves' spot?

And without knowledge of the past
I've no assumption how to last
With future bright, or shadows cast?

Lost remembrance makes me still,
Freezing with the autumn chill
Laughing with April's daffodils.

My future holds no surer sign
I mustn't wait for stars' align
To seize my day and live my time.

And whether sorrow's ghastly ray
of burning leaves and skies of gray
I'll shoulder vigor anyway!

Living my own bluest skies
Flying with my songbird's cries
Loving when the sunset sighs.

It's green right now, and who could tell?
Whether winter snows or summer's spell
Is past this blooming moment's swell."