She Is....

If I had to describe knowing her in one word,
I would tell you that’s impossible.
But if you persisted,
I would say she was Spring.

But then I must elaborate.
She was sunlight. Warm. Bright.
Illuminating everything around her.
Spilling into every crack and corner.

She was a hillside of flowers.
Streams and curtains and bouquets of them.
Fragrance drifting through an open window.
In all the colors you can imagine.

But then there’s more.
Sometimes she was also the rain.
Staining the pavement black.
Pouring. Cold. Open umbrellas and slick raincoats.

When the clouds drifted away.
And the sky was blue once again.
She was the rainbow wavering in the mist.
Like an apology for the pain.

But that’s just it.
She’s not a girl you can sum up like that.
You see she’s three more seasons.
And you couldn't have known her without Summer.

She was sweltering heat.
You’d burn with just a single touch.
Her stunning beauty a sunset.
Forever basking in her intensity.

But that’s just the thing,
Her eyes were blue and soothing.
The ocean tide taking you in.
She never told you you were drowning.

And when you were in the season of Fall,
She was the majestic oak.
You were the golden leaf.
Drifting in the crisp air, falling. For her.

She was the hot chocolate.
Running hot and sweet down your throat.
The steam that rose.
And your hands wrapped around her.

When the Winter finally set in.
It was sudden. The first frost.
The killer of her own garden of flowers.
And the next day the blizzard.

She was the storm that buried you in it’s wake.
She was the bitter wind that whistled.
She was the frostbite on your skin.
She was the reason your heart turned to ice.