Like the ticking of a clock, always moving forwards

No one doubts the motion or what the hand is pointing towards

The shift is so sudden, yet no one complains

Because this is normal when the seasons change

The clock points to one, the beginning of summer

The heat washes through as we hit the next number

The third quarter cools, an introduction to Autumn

The Sun kisses you goodbye and leads you towards them

Autumn catches up when the clock hits four

That’s when the leaves drop, a welcoming mat for the door

It’s chilly with bold warnings of to come

Four, five, six, then more fun!

Autumn guides you down to winter

Seven, eight, and nine

Lacy flakes of white drop down on you

Like a hug hello

The sun breaks free and welcomes you home

Tells you there’s one last season to go

Bright colors and flowers as the clock ticks forward

Ten, eleven, twelve, then start it all over