I am not a girl of Summer
though the sea runs through my veins
and I would happily swim from dawn to dusk.
I am not a Coppertone baby with flowing yellow hair
golden strands gleaming in the sun
a perfection of tan skin and white smiles.
I am a girl of Autumn, of Winter
burnished leaves and snowy landscapes
my favourite haunts
books and fires and sweaters and long walks
I am the pale girl
with hair the brown of a sable coat
soft and rich and full of depth.
But it is when its copper threads catch the sun
that you get a hint of
the fiery and passionate nature
revealed to very few
known only to one
Photograph taken by SirenSong1208