He has autumn eyes
Of dark green, brown, and gold
Winter skin of blue-white and pink
Like snow and wind-tickled cheeks
His hair is summer brown
Burnished bronze by the sun
And his smile is as bright
As the lillies and azaleas of spring
He's as moody as any woman
From ice to sun in the course of a day
And you know that he's mad
But that's part of his charm
For the sunburn remedies the frostbite