you are the seasons,
my love.
you are the first day of autumn.
the crisp cool clarity,
flowing through my veins
on a chilled october morning.
you are the fire in my heart
when the days reach negative temperatures,
and i have nothing else to keep me warm.
you are the night before christmas,
something to look forward to.
you are a blooming flower in spring,
your colors shine so bright,
and your skin is warm and melts
the leftover snow and icicles.
you are the sun dried grass,
i tread on spring afternoons.
you are the summer solstice,
honey.
you are the heat in the sky, and the golden sunset over the horizon on the
longest day of the year.
and oh,
how i wish
i could spend
my seasons with you.
YOU ARE READING
a hopeless romantic's winding tales of love and other things.
Puisiventing via poetry, as it seems to move me forward ... enjoy! most of these are probably gonna be super lovey dovey. ♡
