Seasoning . . . Salty.

As the seasons change . . . 

I rain when you leave me alone, as I spring what I feel to you

I snow the smell of baked cookie dough, as I winter how fresh and how new?

I fall back to give you some space, but leave as quick as I can

I summer/time have those heated thoughts, sweat off like the beach that I am

As showers touch my garments, in morning I say: DAMP you!
I shiver from cold disasters, no carrot to sniff all that matters
I breeze through days unknown, hope beauty erases this tan
I sunbathe in all that has happened, my howl holds 'footprints in the sand'

the beautiful flower. a vision. disoriented by calendar days
The white fluff and furry shield - [December]s misplaced in RAGE
Colors I never forget, my memory: Adult life . . . once children
I need a break from my life, 3 wks of fun-filled Amusing~

A daughter, but not a sun/ray - a shadow from clouds and shade
The salt I need to break you down, is the ice I need in my cave
The time the clocks turn back and forth, is the push I need from my schooling
I pool the art that comes from me and hope this dive isn't grueling~

Spring.
Winter.
Fall and Summer
seem to be out of order?
but when I think of FRIENDSHIP
I think about SEASONS gone under . . .