Seasons

my tired brain and seasons personified ~ poem 2/30

Dressed in pastels
She's a delicate girl;
A heart full of hope
That she spreads to the world.

His smile is wide
And the sun's in his laughter;
His is a mem'ry
That lingers long after.

Oversized sweaters
With lattes and spice;
She's crisp and she's cool
And she gives great advice. 

Frost tips his hair
But his eyes twinkle bright;
Pine laces his hood
And his realm is the night.