The Seasons Change

The seasons change as they will.
Beauty, though, reflects only in
Your endless, flawless grace.

In the winter sun, the icicles thaw
With the warm glow of your smile.
Pure, unadulterated snow ever white
Is set aflame as it streaks your fiery hair.
And in the bleak dawn, you rise
Above the greying mountains,
A phoenix singing a piercing song.

The seasons change as they will.

Persephone's return pales in your
Presence, your eyes lusher than
The springing meadows. Budding trees
Bend their way to let you pass, and your
Namesake blooms above all the other
Flowers, their sweet scent intoxicating,
A lullaby for every man. And in the rain,
You laugh, dance about, drink in all
The glory.

The seasons change as they will.

The crackling summer sets a glow
Upon your angelic features. You turn
The monotony into dreams, ribbon
The hot sky with fantasy. It becomes
Your kingdom, and you chart the borders
With soaring arms, with sparkling eyes,
The adventure conjured with those
Scintillating words: The world is yours, Sev.

The seasons change as they will.

Autumn colors shine within your soul,
The leaves as the strands of your
Flaming hair. The chill in the air doesn't
Dare to touch your skin. The trees shed,
But you continue on in vibrancy, never
A falter in your step. The sun can only
Set with you.

The seasons change as they will.

And though you are that perfection,
That kind, gentle friend, the seasons
War against me. They bend my will,
They decide my mood. Bitter winter
Inhabits every chamber of my heart,
And frost has encased my blackened soul.

The seasons change as they will.
But you won't.

And neither will I.