Her name was Monica

(Summer walked out the door
The way a girl would
When it is time to say goodbye
And leave you wondering why
She only said…goodbye

Her last embrace brings Fall
And sadly that’s not all
The days grow shorter without her)

Her name was Monica
She had the glow of Redemption
Radiant like the aura of children on Christmas morning
Rewarding as the fulfilling gift for those who sit and wait
A personification of absence’s longing affection
The love of Divinity for sunsets
Her smile as warming as hot cocoa sipped by the fire
Staring into the person’s eyes you admire

The speckles in her iris dance
And now it’s your chance
But…

(So quickly night came
That mercenaries even said
The Sun was losing its value

During the day it still shines
But in rays the fog intertwines
And makes prospects less clearer)

Her name was Monica
The name you spelled out in bowls of spaghettios
And in fogged up windows
And next to that you drew a smile
So you knew she’d stay for awhile
But in your heart boiled a pot of irony
So the pen attached to your hand
Couldn’t help but laugh
As you tried to define and sketch Radiance
Draw a picture of Love
Predict the future
Play God

(In the Winter there is cold
The bite of Frost stings your nose
But always it’s your heart that knows
The speckles can be seen in the snow

The bears have moved to slumber
Rejuvenate
The view is gorgeous
But
Watch out for the black ice)

Her name was Monica
She might as well have been Buttercup
For after the Fall that befell us all
Life became methodical
Because whether Winter skies were clear or dreary
Mornings became excessively weary

(Winter walked in the door
The way a girl would
The way a girl should
When it’s time to say hello
Her embrace is icy
Her face is cold
And it makes you feel old
When you have to sit and stare out the window
And wait for Spring)

Her name was Monica