Summer is

first kisses in photo booths

a shiver down your spine

as you jump in cold water

and the taste of raw honey

Fall is

new supplies

the smell of paper

a crisp wind

and dawns and dusks melting together,

a ruined watercolor

Winter is

hot chocolate and cold toes

the sound of the wind

howling at the moon

and tiny feet pitter-pattering on the floors

in the early morning

like raindrops on the roof

Spring is

life and death

rites of passage

and new paint jobs

of yellow dust,

it's the screech of metal-on-metal

and the silence of a flower blossoming.

it is the calm before the storm