Feelings come in seasons.
Some days I’m like spring,
fresh with the breeze of friendship.
Summer comes in sparks like the fireworks on the Fourth of July,
Passionate and hotter than the blood in my veins.
Autumn is filled with nostalgia,
memories of you and crisp air that caresses my face the way you used to.
Winter is a swirl of cold hearts and warm hugs,
when smiling faces wait until your back is turned to laugh about your Christmas socks.