Seasons

Buds bloom, the birds sing,

Sunny days, warm nights herald—

the coming of Spring.

Dry and dusty heat,

Sweltering minds, tempers rise—

Summer oft is not a treat.

Red and gold leaves swirl,

Time for bountiful harvests—

Mellow is autumn.

Icy winds, downy flake

Nature dons a coat of white—

Rests as Winter passes.