The wind whispers to the variegated leaves, (I Love You) just before they leave 
as the star filled sky quietly watches over on a brisk fall night 
that requires more than grandma's old borrowed sweater.

The torrid summer breeze glides passionately through the grass, 
careful not to miss a blade. The grass willingly surrenders to the touch
that dissipates the steamy mist left over from the night.

Blue jays sing, the pretty orchids blossom,
 the smell of lilacs permeate the air. 
The pastel colors and children skipping rope suggests spring.

Like the seasons love changes disguising itself and showing up in different forms: 
The full moon, my seed.

In the wintry, blistering cold the sun gleams its brightest blinding me every time
I pull down the visor hoping to see my way, 
making their interpretation of love more lucid to me- it's not!

Like the seasons love changes disguising itself and showing up in different forms: 
My favorite shoes, him.

Winter, spring, summer, fall
The culprit called love conquers all.