My feelings
are changing.

I feel renewed and
f r e s h
like the blossoms
on a cherry tree,
or the fresh smell of growing grass
peeking through the melting snow.
When the rain comes,
dance with me.
Then take my hand, sit,
and watch as the rainbow
emerges from the dark clouds.

As the months go by,
we become more comfortable
in the summer heat.
The storms are stronger
but the sun is brighter,
w a r m e r.
And I want to spend every night
cozy by a fire with you.
No responsibilities or cares,
just sharing the humid air
and closing the space between us.

Then the color comes
and washes away the green
with beautiful hues of red and orange
and everything is dying beautifully.
But darling,
not you and I.
The nights are colder,
c r i s p e r.
Somehow, everything seems more fragile,
and I think you feel it too
as you press your icy,
October evening lips
gently onto mine.

Now,
the frosty chill of winter is upon us
and I am wrapping myself up in you.
So warm and
c o m f o r t a b l e,
like my favorite sweater.
Feeling your warm breath
on my neck
and your hands
on my hips.
If only this perfect moment,
our beautiful, ever-changing moment,
could last forever.

The spring will come again,
but for now
I only need you
to make me feel new.