The reasoning for my preference of winter over summer, spring and fall

Come Spring
the death, or the comatose slumber that lasts several months, of nature begins to dissolve.
Come summer
all the girls, the beasts and the beauties, feel it fit to wear clothing that reveal curves I never even knew existed.
Come fall
children flood the sidewalks and streets – faces covered by the masks of imaginary heroes.
But come winter,
come the biting winds,
the mile high snows,
longer nights
& days that disappear in the blink of an eye,
the happy couples that once lined the streets
hands melded together
in eternally momentary romance
have gone,
hiding away indoors
kissed by the warmth of their fires,
internal
and external,
come winter
the streets are mine
because happy couples don’t go for night walks when it’s 10 below.