Time of Season

The seasons they move me Like the hot sweaty summer days filled with memories The joy of summer love erases the heat and fills it with chemistry The change to autumn … Brisk crisp winds caressing our skin We become comfortable once again Sleeping with covers to provide warmth to bask in The change into winter … It becomes so cold we quiver When we need each others warmth the most we fall asleep and fail to deliver Ultimately losing are cover we shiver We ponder how the next season will be … If we will reach spring, springing forward blossoming into something beautiful with no time to fall back asleep