Frosty

Summer blossomed.
The sun has bloomed.
And love was anew, in the brightest
colored color.

Warm and comfortable
we cherish every moment of today.
Not thinking of what may
nor to think of what made.

Radiant she was
on the very yellow of summer.
Smiling in naive, letting one self be attached
on something that drifts
away with the frost of Frosty.

So she knows that Summer fled, now.
And snow went bitter
as comfort and warmth passed by.

Dismayed she was
on the very white Winter.
Smiling as much, as she was hurt.
Not letting herself be attached no more,
on something that drifts
away with the frost of Frosty.