Seasons

[AN: 3am coffee induced writing extravaganza] There she is seen The queen of the crowd, Pure and evergreen Bubbly and proud. Right beside her, Hidden behind the phone Wrapped in white fur, Seemingly ice to the bone. Switch to the other two Autumn and spring Similar but askew To what summer n winter bring She stops in her tracks To smell the flowers Her mood so vibrant Like a kid under cloudy showers Seeing the sight, she smiled Sipping on the coffee Her books next to her, piled As she sat reading softly.