Yawning, stretching, awake

Spring brings life renewed, reborn

From Winter's remains

Taking the baton

Summer promises sunshine

But gives only rain

Fallen leaves crunch as

The ageing sign of time passed

Is walked on unseen

Nature's grip loosens

As Time casts frozen shadows

And the year's end comes

With the seasons, an entire lifetime can is captured in a single year. From birth to death, the seasons reflect our own lives, except they don't take decades to get around to it.

My favourite season is Autumn - or Fall if you're from the US. A walk in the path with the kids and the dogs, with fresh fallen leaves crunching underfoot, can be magical. What's your favourite season and why?

The poem was written for the  new Chatter prompt (26th January). Stretch your poetry wings by taking a look yourself!