Past Tense Love

she was the first daffodil of spring warming the melting snow she was the hope and the promise the golden green audacity of new leaf she was the heat and passion of summer the lazy breeze of an August mirage she was the last night of passion before falling leaves hinted of change she was all the colors of the season the burgundy and scarlet of maple she was the closeness of the campfire the body heat of lovers entwined she was the pattern of the snowflake ice crystals on the windowpane she was the grace of the frozen lake the comfort of the long winter night