Loneliness Is The Longest of Seasons

"The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco."

~Mark Twain

Linking with Poetry Jam

Spring is like a lover

 that kisses you on the lips.

While summer is a brother

 that hits you with a fist.

Then autumn is a sister

you want to remain close.

Yet lonely's name is winter

that come to leave you all alone.