It’s autumn here, what’s your favorite season? ( Archived) (24)

Spring
First warm day of the year, trees flowering, you’re taking a stroll, hand-in-hand, down on the boardwalk, then home…. for some…. passion.

Summer
Skinny dipping, from the jetty, into the lake, a warm embrace and foreplay in the water, then a quick run back to the cabin…. for some…. passion.

Autumn
Torrential rain rattling the windows, thunder echoing between the hills, lighting splitting the skies, she moves closer, in her sleep, reaches for your arm and makes you hold her, close, tight. Then she wakes…. for some…. passion.

Winter
Oh the weather outside is frightful
But the fire is so delightful
And since we've no place to go
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!
It doesn't show signs of stopping
And I brought some corn for popping
The lights are turned way down low
Ready…. for some…. passion?

Summer is for

I liked winter most but now, after reading this , i'm not sure anymore they all are so cool

Spring
The time of renewal, a blessed time of flowers and birth. The smile on your face broadens as you witness the glories of life. Your yearning for the rivers and creeks, overflows with the bounty of jewelled life glistening in the currents. The smells lift you on the currents of the breeze, and your footsteps linger little more than shadows, which grow less solid with each passing day. The bounce in your step, a life of its own, leads you deeper and deeper into uncharted territory. Adventure and seeking driving you to explore, the myriad facets reviving before you. The warm breeze caresses you skin and sets your hair aflutter. The scent of you drifts in the air, mingling with flowers and the abundance of life about. Eager to take it all in, your eyes wide, your nostrils flaring, glowing skin and a pace like your heartbeat. Steady yet purposeful. Dust begins to follow in your wake as you no longer follow the beaten trail. Branches bend before you with the slightest touch and spring erect behind you, blessed by your gentle glance. They seek the glory of your desires and stretch forth their limbs to reach the sun. The light twinkles in your heavenly eyes as you peer about constantly, and butterflies constantly attempt to alight on these gleaming mirrors to the flowers blooming everywhere. Your innocence baits the deluge of young animals to witness your ethereal passing through their domains. The curious follow a while trailing in your afterglow, seeming to smile and happily start back to their families, fulfilled. The days pass in series with your blessings passed out about you radiating like the petals on a daisy, lingering on each and every gift before you. Warmth increases and the days draw into something else.

Summer
A time of happiness, full of the warmth of life. Sounds of vitality echo throughout your passage, making the colours shine like they were created just for you. The heat of the day comes just to hold you tight, and forces tiny jewelled beads of perspiration to roll enticingly down your bronzing skin, joining in little streams which run paths along your curves adding to your luminescence. Life is in full concert at the beginning and ending of each day, like they play an ode to your very being. Dancing pollen and seeds alight upon you seeming to grow stronger with but a single brushing glance and plummet off to begin their stories. The coolness of night is like a blanket thrown about you to preserve your strength, and enables you to continue each choreographed step you take. The light has deigned to stay alit in your hair and your eyes are full of radiance providing the light by which the night becomes visible. The purity of your being blesses the land and the night rejoices in full harmony with your presence. The jewelled treasures of the waters have grown and dart and flit about desperate to catch your eye and the blessing they promise. Nature’s children bow their heads reverently as you pass them, each in a state of fearlessness and pride to share the same moment with you. The leaves begin to dance on the wind that heralds change again, and they tint themselves so as to take naught from your beauty as you pass. The days grow shorter and the blustering heat gives way to more placid climes.

Autumn
A time of endings, with the promise of more tomorrows. Early morning brings the crispness of each tender footstep crashing like cymbals throughout the air. Resonating and echoing to the farthest points of vision. The abundance of colour painted before you shames all the life for its vain attempt to outdo your beauty, and the leaves begin to fall. The gentle staccato rhythm of rain on the new flooring spreading its way before your path limes the trail as yet unwalked. Smells of earthiness and the beauty of decay assail your senses desperate for your attention. The animals prance about oblivious to the intrusions your presence should bring, fearless in the face of your innocence. Playful yet eager to prepare for the coming changes, they linger only lightly but serenely bow before your gaze accepting of your watchful eye. The lights provide more shadows now and the cool breeze tries futilely to capture your breath. Siroccos attempt to thrust themselves into your grasp but are cooled and driven back by the coolness held in the life about you. The trees seek to shelter your journey as though partaking in an ancient ritual of times unknown. Birds begin to lift to the skies and circle overhead in remembrance before looking far away to their own journeys. The babies once rapt with your playful shadows now stand rapt and attentive to your every move following as you draw them inexorably deeper into the days. The first flashes of purity spray from the heavens determined to hide your path. Eager to protect your journey and remove all but the slightest hint of your passing. Keepers of secrets flying the winds and alighting upon each sacred step of your path. The air cools and draws deeper nights.

Winter
A time of cleansing, with purity and fresh starts. The snows begin to fall leaving raised patterns where your feet had just passed. The wind wraps its hands about you caressing the heat from your body. Your breath falls to the ground, and is absorbed by the sunlight straining to keep its memories of you. The world slowly becomes a blinding landscape of crystals and all hues, shades, tints and tones of white, a mirror to the glow of your eyes. The trees eager to please but thickened in their movements desperately clutch at the weighty blankets seeking to wrap themselves about you as you pass between them. Holding the cloudy material in pockets that cause their naked limbs to droop and strain. The animals are drawn during the light to witness your approach and continued journey. Again they feel no fear and only awe at your existence, smiling in their knowing way. The fish once able to burst through their liquid world to glance upon your passing now strain futilely against the impenetrable shield that imposes a barrier between you. Settling for a tinted glance as you walk by they head back to the warmth of their depths, as the snows, jealous of their stares blow and drift upon the sheet between you, further obscuring their sight. The sounds of nature have grown all but silent, but the capable sing to you in memory and promise of days gone by and days yet to come. The crispness begins to fade to a softer tone, and the fluff beneath your feet gains a bounce and give. Soon the sun warms again as if waking to smile upon your visage and the world rejoices again. Snow begins to melt and pool, running down the slopes of the world before you. Bringing with it the blessing of life in its passing and the hints of rebirth and renewal. Tender shoots reach forth for your touch as you pass and the trees begin to spread their joy again. The first born of the year arrive and smile again as you pass them by gracing them with your vision. The cycle begins anew with each step you take.

All the posts above were written for the woman who eternal has my heart. The Four Seasons of You.

With her in my life I see the bounty clear as day in each and every season.