Tea Party

Tea Party

The seasons are a playful sort.

Spring is a gentle, kind and loving provider.

Her daffodil scented breezes make the air feel innocent.

Now Summer, a fiery soul who keeps the energy flowing like fine wine.

Her warm, no, hot touch burns in many ways, in fact her hugs might hurt!

Purely by accident I assure you! 

Autumn, she is like a kiss stolen in youth, childish and loving.

The way she paints the leaves and the sky on her canvas, it's a wonder

A true wonder she's not among the greats, but one day.

Winter, the one I both pray for but dread.

She lets me wear what I truly love, but makes me need to hide my body.

She is the scariest yet kindest and gentlest one of them all.

Her kind touch brings many together.

Maybe one day we can all have a cup of tea.

Maybe one day.

Hopefully.