It was fresh and clean,
The cold was retreating,
The warmth was coming back,
My feelings renewed.

It was sweltering and hot,
Filled with passion and desire,
Burning like an eternal flame,
But enjoyable like a tan.

It slowed down and mellowed,
Leaves turned yellow-red and orange,
Turned beautiful in a
Bittersweet and foretelling way.

It froze and blew,
Ice and snow was all about,
And we left a snowman in the park
Made with all the things of

Us.