If she is a season, let her be
Spring: the world returning
To life after a long dormancy;
The yin and yang of sunshine
And showers; days lengthening
With light and laughter.

If she is a season, let her be
Summer: the sense of joy
Tangible in the air; sunshine
And warmth that are enough
To melt the coldest of hearts;
Long, lazy evenings that
Seem eternal.

If she is a season, let her be
Autumn: a coat of many
Colours painting the world in
Beauty; the promise of secrets
Shrouded in mist; lingering
Sunsets giving us the most
Beautiful of skies.

If she is a season, let her be
Winter: the sparkle of a sunlit
Frosty morning; that special
Warmth that is only felt when
Wrapped up against the cold;
Long nights snuggled up by
The fire as the year ends.

08/04/2018

Posted on 08/13/2018
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