of course it’s pleasant
but not all year round
us is the weather
we must look forward to
as the seasons are forever bound
to the very nature
of stay, like lovers’ ways
the nights they warm
in the january blues
under the showers dry as a day
together we deem greater than
what seasons ever mean
we’re everything less than
the bittersweet skies, and more than
their love has ever seen.
Three More Days: a.co/8qmOtnw
Life in a blog 
Nicely penned
Sometimes all you get is a season to play and there’s nothing we can do to change the game. Sometimes in a season alone we have to live a whole year before the wind is gone.
So true.
Nice write.