Changing Seasons

Changing Seasons

In a city where every day is
a miserable December evening
she makes me feel like July.
She does to me what summer does to trees
fills my branches with buds 
of adventure and excitement and holds me
tall and proud of my roots.

She’s the hot chocolate to
my crisp autumn morning,
when I drink from her lips                     
I feel warm and fuzzy like
a million butterflies decided
to throw a party inside of me.

She reminds me of spring because
when she laughs I can hear birds harmonising
because her eyes
awaken my every sense the way
that spring awakens nature.

I’ve never been winter’s biggest fan
but now I will queue seventeen hours
out in the cold because
she likes to play in the snow.

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