There she is. Just over there
Eyes of fire
Bright as the winter's sun
She's no old man winter to this son
He's frozen by her presence
Struck cold. Just stuck. Plain stuck
Stuck like a tongue to a pole
It hurts just to move; The cold blankets his soul like snow.
She's stepping in his direction
The endless cold springs spring
He's melting, his still mind thawing
There's raw beauty all about; She's the robin to his soul
She's one small step away now
Her scent rivals any rose petal's
Petals of white? Red? Yellow?
Confusion sets in. Then doubt. Then fear. He's wilting in the hot sun
With that one stride, the summer begins
Soon, wilting leads to burning
It's thirst she has for him, yet he's spent
No smile, no courtesy, no him. His entire being gone right there
One step. Two steps. Three steps... She's gone
The summer falls into fall
His fear of being burned is gone
Regret, anger and their like, now have begun to whirl around
In time it calms
The leaves settle as the cold sets in
He's clear again
He plans to bear the seasons of change and speak his mind
She just turned around!
Snow has begun to fall...
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