Once I met
Once I met
Once I met a girl called Spring,
Her golden locks floated in the morning breeze,
Like daffodils dancing,
She sang words of color and new life.
Once I met a girl called Summer,
Her hands warm and soft like petals,
As she danced like the ocean,
Her voice was calming like primroses,
In a freshly cut garden.
Once I met a boy called Autumn,
His scarlet hair covering his face,
As leaves fell through his fingers,
His voice had a paper-thin crackle to it.
Once I met a boy called Winter,
His crystal clear eyes hung like icicles,
As he stared down at me,
When he spoke, frost infected the air,
Then fell like snowflakes.
This is really good! Maybe you could add some personification or a kenning? What made you have the idea of a paper thin crackle to his voice?
Very good I like the way how it has all four seasons but you could do man or women instead of girl girl boy boy.