In Season
He was winter she was spring
His cold ways, an icy sting
Her heart wanted to melt him so
But he would always make it snow
She was summer he was Fall
She seldom saw him if at all
But on Indian summer days he'd appear
When her time to go was near
And they would be together for a bit
As long as the weather would permit
Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2024
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