Poem: Rainbow dash is a pony for all seasons by >>34892065


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                                                https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/34872160/#34892065

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                                                Rainbow dash is a pony for all seasons.

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                                                She is the bright joyful step into spring; the young cheery blossoms budding along fresh April branches.

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                                                She corrals a rain cloud so we can sit beneath the soft prickling shower.

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                                                Fingers playing through her mane as she rolls in the fresh grassy knoll.

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                                                Splish-splashing in iridescent puddles along rural bridleways.

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                                                A hop and a flutter under the woolly clouds, a million shades of stormy grey.

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                                                She is summer.

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                                                The long, endless days of sun-dappled forest paths, bright leafy greens and summer birds.

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                                                A whisper of cool air along her sweaty brow, soaring into the pure royal blue of the boiling cloudless sky and wheeling above; soaring down gracefully.

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                                                Tall glasses of peach tea rattling with ice cubes.

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                                                Proud cannonballs into gulping blue lakes.

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                                                Towelling her off as she sweats in my embrace, watching the sky painted sunset purple.

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                                                She is the bite of autumn wind.

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                                                Galloping through crunchy leaves floating solemnly from dead trees.

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                                                A pathway of marmalade orange and mustard yellow.

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                                                A little warm hat made just for her.

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                                                Mugs of hot cocoa shared in the warm, wrestling over the last melted marshmallow and collapsing into cuddles before the flickering fire.

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                                                Stealing apples from the orchard and hiding behind the rust of a disused tractor.

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                                                Carving pumpkins of each other and watching them glow.

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                                                Dash is the winter - the warm solace from the cold.

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                                                Fields traced with hoofprints and footprints beside them.

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                                                Clearing a space with her powerful wings; gathering snow to build ourselves a fortress.

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                                                Snowballs soaring through the frigid frosty air.

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                                                Gentle hearth’s warmings, watching her eyes wet as she opens her present.

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                                                A scrapbook filled with photographs of me and her together.

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                                                Memories of the seasons, my reason for happiness.