I have lost it, The sweet scent of a blossoming immature bud. I have lost it, The soft warmth of my sunshine's rub. I have lost it, The exciting shiver of a cold shower. I have lost it, The pulchritude of the fallen bewildered blood-red leaves. I have lost it, My sheltered cozy drapings in an outgoing iniquitous winter.
All I have now are the lost seasons.
~~~~~~~~~~~~•~~~~~~~~~~~~~•~~~~~~~~~~ Glossary- •iniquitous: grossly unfair and morally wrong.