Our favorite seasons frame our current state
Yours is fall and mine is spring you may recall
But this soft snowy wind has seen my heart elate
And this warmest winter ice has enticed me to fall

You may believe my affections flighty and without strong favor
Flurries of shyness may make my emotions difficult to construe
But really my fondness is like sunlight masked by a cloudy layer
Present always even if invisible to you

I would prefer to be clearer but all this seems so undefined
Even the lines of your figure for granted take I do not dare
If I reach out my hand I fear it will not solid matter find
But only thin films of hope hanging in the air

Whatever we have, for certainty I wouldn't trade it
I love the blinding power of the wind swept snow
To have known the sweetness of your kindred spirit
Is indeed a splendid happiness to have known

No, this is surely neither spring nor fall
Still this may now be my favorite season of them all