as soon as his gaze settled on mine and didn't look away.
He was summer.
So bright, he took my breath away; so warm,
I could feel his heat seeping into my very bones,
torching me from within.
I tried to fight it;
to deny the thawing of my winter heart.
Desperate to ignore the feelings welling forth,
the ones I'd locked away so long ago,
I was determined he wouldn't know the tundra
of my frozen landscape.
I've always known I am winter,
sculpted from a childhood shrouded in the
bitter frost of another's disappointment;
the apathy of cold indifference.
Keeping myself apart, afraid to get too close.
Frozen in time;
Existing unto and of itself,
needing no other season to give it meaning.
Filled with an emptiness born of detachment;
existing in icy fear.
Then he was there.
No springtime to ease the transition.
No slow awakening.
From death to living.
A burst of heat; of fire.
Winter and summer.
Summer and winter.
Opposites with no connection?
Together...we are autumn.
Ablaze in warmth and color;
the burnished heat of red and gold.
A kaleidoscope of beginnings and endings;
fiery sunrise to sunset.
Winds of passion whipped to instant frenzy;
calmed at cosy firesides.
I tame the summer heat as
he warms the melancholy.
we are autumn.