She was spring once.
A spring in her step
As she stepped into
A crisp, fresh, innocent
Morning filled with
Innocence and lambs.
She was summer once.
A bead of sweat rolling
Slowly slowly down my back
A true heatwave of character
Running true and free
Through sunkissed grass.
She was autumn once.
A favourite sweater
That makes its appearance
With crispy leaves
Biting wind with the
Thought of going back to school
Though school was long ago.
She was winter once.
The clarity of a frozen lake
The charcoal smile of a snowman
With no leaves and early nights
By an open fire
F f f freezing.
She was
But forever, she is.