She came upon a winters day, the air was brisk and cold much like her personality. She was closed off, inattentive and foggy - she caught me off guard with her breathtaking porcelain complexion and rosy cheeks.

By spring she’e began to warm up to me, sprouting blossoms of interest - casual conversations that added a hopeful new beginning in which we’d spend our time muddling through the day. New beginnings with the blossoms of love.

Summer really brought the heat, with passion tension and more. We'd spend each day adventuring side by side. She was bright as bright as the sunshine and things got as heated as the weather.

And then she was autumn - when the leaves began to change as did she. The world becoming darker and recluse she closed in on herself. With each leaf that fell to the ground, it felt like another piece of my heart had fallen there to. Because when you love the winter for it's cold brisk temper, you're bound to see it all die in the autumn.

People say that life is short 12 months 52 weeks 365 days That’s a year But a year of what? You can live but not be living You can fly but still touch the ground You can scream but not make any sound So this year, is it really a year? If I’m sitting on the ground Crying like the rain as I walk away from you

But then again Who are you? I don’t know So why am I crying? I don’t know you I don’t love you At least . . . Not anymore

Just because your flowers bloomed while I was still shivering in the cold Doesn’t mean I can’t make flowers of my own You’ve found your spring You’ve made your change And it’s a beautiful, amazing change But my seasons My winter, spring, summer and fall They don’t work like yours

You’ve braved the winter And found the sun Now it’s my turn

I’ve stayed in the winter Long enough I’ve watched you change through the orange leaves, white blizzards, pink blossoms and warm sunshine

So now I’m guessing it’s my turn I’m not going to change Not that fast But as long as I’m here Sitting in the blinding snow

As long as I have this life This life of mine I’m going to make the best of it Sure it won’t work out But let’s be honest

The seasons don’t always follow the rules It’s snowed in fall, it’s been warm in winter, flowers have grown and lasted well into summer, and sometimes it seems as though fall never gets its turn

So I’m going to live with my changing life And know that some of my summers will be cold but they’ll also be warm

My falls will be chilly, but filled with rainbows of hope

My winters cold and icy, but still warmed with love

My springs might never come, but in my three other changes I’ll make flowers of my own

Whispers of spring breathe life anew, Buds unfurling, a vibrant hue. Cherry blossoms dance, a soft pink cascade, Nature's canvas, in floral hues arrayed. A symphony of scents fills the air, so sweet, As winter's slumber retreats in defeat. ————— Beneath the sun's golden, gleaming gaze, Fields of gold sway in a heatwave's haze. Children's laughter mingles with ocean tides, In the lush abundance, life joyfully abides. Fruit ripens, a juicy delight, Long days give way to warm, starry nights. ————— A crispness seeps into the waning light, Leaves turn to fire, igniting at twilight. Harvests gathered, a bounty to behold, Amber, crimson, and russet - a sunset of gold. The air, scented with apple and woodsmoke, As nature dons its most flamboyant cloak. ————— Silence falls with the snow's gentle touch, A world in white, serene and hushed. Frosted patterns on windows appear, While inside, we gather close and near. The world rests, in peaceful slumber, they lie, Beneath the watchful, cold winter skies. ————— In the dance of seasons, time weaves its song, Each with its beauty, where we all belong. From spring's first bloom to winter's chill, The earth spins, and hearts with wonder fill As seasons change, with their unique grace. In this eternal cycle, we find our place.

Spring was the beginning when she saw her again-

Summer was the peace she fought to regain-

Fall was the fear knowing what be-

Winter was her death when Persephone’s with me.

On the days nearing May Eve, Marigolds were strewn on window ledges. Rowan branches placed above doors, And byre spread on houses edges.

Milk was left out for the fairies As an offering of sorts, So they wouldn’t steal their children Or mess with them for sport.

And on the peak of the spring, Whilst the fairies reveled ‘round, You could almost hear their music, As an otherworldly sound.

On the day of Midsummers Eve, Bonfires lit every hill and house. Fairies filled with folly and joy, And stole away mortals as their spouse.

There was dancing on the mounds And some more in every home. But when night fell they locked their doors, For the gentry liked to roam.

Food was harvested in tons, Drinks were shared by a dozen men. And the summer went about Until fall would come again.

On the day of November Eve It was the gloomiest of them all. For the winter started falling, Leaving no trace of the fall.

The ghosts and pookas could be seen, Bringing mischief in their revel. Witches made their spells and curses, While little girls talked to the devil.

Blackberries were no longer wholesome For the pooka spoiled all of them. Harvest came to its end for the year And those who hummed would be condemned.

Winter Snow sparkles Snowflakes fall The crisp breeze shaking The snow-crested trees

Spring Flowers bloom Grass grows The green leaves swaying With the tall trees

Summer Sun’s warmth No clouds in sight Hot as heck Staying inside

Fall Red leaves Coat the sidewalk With each leaf that falls I make a wish And maybe It will come true

Each season is beautiful in its own way Just like people The difference is that Seasons Get Along

Summer. Ew. 110 degrees where I live.

Fall. Ok. Trees don’t change where I live.

Winter. Ack. Not cold, no snow where I live.

Spring. No. The mosquitos come back where I live.

———————————————————————— Haha. The weather of living in the desert. 🌵🐺 AZ forever! 🌵🐺

Start of summer, you were mine, Laid in grass with hands intwined. Kisses stolen in the night, Then came solemn long goodbyes.

Start of fall, your were gone, Wrote to you my favorite song. Felt the chords and something wrong. Wishing you could sing along.

Start of winter, long embrace. Loved me bare and kissed my face. Fought and played an endless chase. No goodbyes in partings grace.

Start of spring, laid in grass Wishing you were here alas. Picking flowers for your grave Wishing I was yours and brave.

Snow is great when you are small You celebrate the end of fall For powdered lawns and icy roads That blessed news that school is closed

Don your hat and knitted gloves That puffy coat your mother loves To adventure in the wonderland Of flakes of white like frozen sand

Snow angels and tight-packed walls Make a man from rolled-up balls Catch a snowflake on your tongue Forgetting that your toes are numb

And when you’re done, you come inside To curl up by the fireside With a warm quilt and hot cocoa And noses red from a day of snow

But that time has come and gone And now you’re grown, and life moves on When winter comes, it brings a groan And prayers it will leave you alone

Your commute makes you want to quit Drive slowly, hope that you don’t slip Pass cars flipped over in a ditch And tow trucks adding to their hitch

Ugly clumps of dirty slush Adorn the streets in muck and mush Noses run and throats go dry The days are barely creeping by

You’d love to curl up on your bed Your blanket wrapped around your head With chocolate treats and piping tea But you have responsibilities

Drag yourself out in the cold Day after day, it’s gotten old And know that you can’t do a thing But patiently wait for the spring

In my backyard I have a tree It watches the seasons Like you watch tv

The same four episodes Over and over As winter frost parts For the new spring clover

Summer heat calms For the windy fall Year after year It watches them all

Glued to the ground Stuck in one place It cannot even Turn its own face

But maybe the tree Looks at landscape changing A forest of friends Turns to vast fields ranging

The vacant earth Is now dotted with barns Silos stretch up from A busy cattle farm

As the decades press on It watches a mother Nurture her children, A sister and brother

The kids grow up As does every child The tree watches grandchildren Running wild

The farm slowly turns To a suburban street There are lots of new people And pets to meet

And now the tree looks on From my backyard I guess getting bored Would be really hard

Even though the seasons Remain as just four Each year my tree Has new things to adore