Her hair is* Autumn.

Cascading hues of locks that shine
golden and auburn. They tumble down
her shoulders like the crisp leaves of
September. Rippling down her back in
the bold sun and falling perfectly into
place, grazing the small of her back.

Her eyes are Spring.

So lively and filled with the light of one
thousand suns. Fresh and vibrant;
astounded with all of the beauty beheld
in the universe. Captivated by one
glance and then cast adrift into
turquoise seas; a lost sailor with no
intention of being rescued.

Her voice is Summer.

Sultry and sensational. When she
speaks, every word is like delectable
honey; one taste is never enough. When
she sings, warm sun rays illuminate her
and she basks in nature's spotlight. The
delicious melody seems infinite. Everyone craves
to hear her succulent symphony.

But her soul is Winter.

Bitter and frigid, scarce and bare.
Chilled to the bone and frost covers her
spirit. It is always bleak in her heart
and the ice never thaws. Her life is
a permanent tundra and there will always
be one set of footprints in the snow.