Today, Winter sits on our shoulders
As our boots munch on the path,
And I love you.

Today, Spring casts off its jacket
And skips ahead of our bikes,
And I love you.

Today, Summer spreads its feast on a blanket
As we wiggle our toes,
And I love you.

Today, Autumn steeps tired leaves in honey-tea light
And calls us home,
And I love you.

Four days of love.
Forever.

Bryson Thomas