Changing Seasons

Shamefully dull, life would be, Without seasons to nourish me. Winter, Spring, Summer, and Fall, Nature’s blessings the nourish us all Apathetic and harsh, winter is, With arctic gales that pierce Every linen shielding my frame. Anomalous flakes of snow drift from the sky As sheets of white accumulate on the ground And weigh down the healthiest trees, Teasing those ready for winter festivities. Once the snow angels and snowmen are made, and Once the sledding and snowball fights are done, Into their warm homes, all will run, Hiding under hoards of fleece Until it’s time for spring to come free. Pleasant and lively, spring is, With liber rains falling lavishly On soil beds of assorted seeds, Nursed diligently by the avid gardeners Who thirst for the sight of the first blossoms Of poppies, roses, lilies, and tulips. Blueberries, cherries, and strawberries Entice the onlookers waiting to pick The ripest harvest in a timely manner And savoring them until summer can flare. Fierce and fervent, summer is With a feverish breath, that makes rain a treasure. People gather in masses to absorb the bodies of water As a radiant sun desiccates the land. Outdoors, pitchers of lemonade are carried everywhere And thriving honeysuckle sweeten the air. Yellow lights of fireflies flicker through the night As exhausted bodies relax beneath the stars, Gazing in admiration, until autumn can appear Calm and homely, autumn is Wither green, red, and yellow foliage taking over. Crisp leaves bustle about the ground, Trapped by flurries of whirring winds Until they are raked into heaps for children to dive in And pumpkins growing in preparation to carved or baked. Families huddle together around brilliant fires While couples stroll through parks, taking delight in the landscape, And having picnics until winter’s brisk rise.