seasons...

i don't have a favorite season. 
i have a favorite feeling.
it's the windows down,
silent back roads
with dirty bare feet feeling.
it's when i can walk straight outside
without pausing to fish 
out a jacket.
it is the curtains dancing around
the room because of the cool
breeze that pushes against it's fabric.
it is sunsets after desert and
grass as my pillow,
the sound of lawnmowers, 
of falling leaves,
and rain against the window, 
pockets of shade and
walks along a gravel road.
i don't have a favorite season,
i have a favorite feeling.