Seasons

I am not a poet


Spring:
     It seems natural that I envision her wearing a crown of flowers. She is kind, and nice, and being around her one can't help but feel "healed" or "refreshed" or "renewed". Just like March is said to come in like a lion and out like a lamb; there is more than one side to her. Thinking of her I smell perfume and flowers and peppermint (sometimes swisher sweets and tequila, other times linen just out of the dryer).

Autumn:
     She has eyes like a doe's, big and beautiful and brown. She likes attention and is cuddly like a kitten. She is smart (but not confident in herself). For reasons that are neither fair nor rational nor any longer relevant, I feel protective of her. Thinking of her I smell campfire and toasted marshmallow, I feel that pleasant feeling that one has on a cool day- when the air is brisk but you are nice and warm in a sweater.

Winter:
     My train passes through the town where she used to live, consequently I end up thinking of her almost every day. She reminds me of the happy parts of winter: Christmas and cookies, and new year's celebrations and board games  When I think of her I smell vanilla and cinnamon. Emotionally, she is the strongest person I know. She's one of the only people I know whom I would call 'sweet' and it fits. Something about her makes me want to "take care of" her.

Summer:
     Summer is warm and sunny but sometimes stormy. She is adventurous and cute and loving and fragile. What do you do when you find someone who is kind and cuddly and sweet and has all of the best traits of "all of the above"? - You marry her!  I am so happy that I chose her and she chose me, I have never been happier. When I think of her I smell Chanel no. 5, or baby powder, or home cooking.


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