I thank you for
your sifting blonde dunes of sand.
I am greatful for
your sacred waters of the bluest eyes.
I applaud the
inviting and playful colors of Autumn's disposition.
Nothing feels as euphorically warm
as an unexpected Indian summer.
I offer my respects of
your curved and tempting scapes.
I fondly appreciate your
white and lacy smiles of winter.
Your alluring Spring sweetness
proves true by blossom, bloom and fruit.
And your vast quiver of weathers
allows for your swift and infamous change of mood.
Of these gifts,
I thank you for her.