Summer.* It was a clear and sunny day when I saw you. The birds chirped as we said our hellos. The flowers were in full bloom and soon, our feelings followed. We got to know each other like the rainbow that once kissed the sky.  We danced like the clouds drifting against the blues. You were the warmth that embraced me like the sunlight that passed through my window, shadows dancing to your mellow song. Our love was a summer of sun and laughter. We were the clear blue skies, the kind you wanted to keep forever, the kind that made you wish you could fly.

Autumn. It was September when you first told me you were feeling confused. One leaf started to fall and then another. It was October when you first told me you were getting tired. More leaves fell but I fought so hard to keep those other leaves from falling, from leaving the very tree that gave it life. I fought for us but I lost. I lost you like the tree lost its leaves. Our fallout was an autumn of drifting leaves, carried away by the wind into nothingness.

Winter. Cold. Silence. They say cold is the absence of heat and as you left, so did the warmth from the sunlight that made the shadows dance, so did the clear blue skies, the kind that made you want to fly. My world was an empty tundra of snow, no warmth, no shelter to protect me from the relentless cold. Everything was buried underneath the dull whites. My loneliness was a winter of colorless plains and endless pains.

Spring.* Rebirth. A new start. Slowly but surely, the snow melted and gave way to the greens, yellows and reds. They weren't the brightest but they were still *colors. Colors after the once seemingly endless tyranny of the cold white. **I am a reawakening from a slumber of lone darkness. I am a new morning, a sun of a new beginning, a sky of a promising tomorrow.