seasons

it’s starting to get cold
the leaves changing colors
a fall i’ve never known.
away go the summer dresses
and brief, wonderous romances
or ideas of such 
buried now
tucked under the familiarity
of warm winter clothes
and you.

on days like this
where the sky is grey
and it take more than 
a little motivation
to crawl out from under the covers
i think of you
and wonder
are you still there
and can we be in bed
instead?