Mary Beth

You remind me of the sun,

soft and warm,

not yet touched

by the hands of December days.

Maybe October's fingers have fondled your skin,

but not enough to leave scars of chilling days.

I Love the sun

as I Love you.

Winters frighten me away., they're so cold and bitter.

Please, avoid December days,

and I'll bring on August months.

                                  I believe in you.