Four Seasons

The four seasons of woman, not by colour but by emotion, maturity, love, life and pain


Spring: she breaks just like a little girl … but she looks like a quick learner


Summer: girl, no pearl, a little flushed in the cheek … either contemplating bed or just indulged I think


Autumn: the crying game … maybe no stranger to a breaken heart … or possibly the heartbreaker


Winter: the ice queen has been around the emotional block a few times … I wouldn’t mess with this one