Being with him was like experiencing all the seasons at once.
Steadfast like a frozen lake was his spirit. unique like a winter flake.
His voice was spring, soft and speaking life into all things.
A warm summer was his heart. Humbled by love and burning to serve.
His tones that of autumn. Apple crust skin sprinkled with cinnamon.
His exquisiteness enlightened her sensitivity to the senses.

In each season, weathered literal or emotional,
There was no longer room for her disillusion.
This time it was different because her heart,
Had decided to be glad in everything.
With or without him she would be alright, yet, she named him 'Miracle.'
She folded her hands, "Lord never let this season boy leave like the leaves,"
She prayed, "Keep him with me always."