Poem

Springtime never waits upon the perfect snow-free day,
Yet it pushes forth, at first chance, to warm the light of day.
The breeze is a trembling petal, softly tinted with brown,
It wraps love around me like a silken, flowing gown,
Awakened by the innocence of a warm, gentle breeze.

A newly radiant sun, steps forth from springtime,
Wrapping us in her warm embrace in summer,
Sunflowers follow her rays when she rests behind the hills,
The wind whispers a warm and gentle breeze like the windmills,
So bright and deep it all is, like a daffodil drifting into slumber.

As chattering autumn leaves of gold and scarlet, buoyant mood.
The cold, crispy breath shakes the dancers off the trees, how rude.
Maple trees cling desperately to their memories,
One by one, they dance their final ballet in their faithful final mood.
On an autumn day, I breathe in gold and let it flourish in my lungs.

Winter arrives an icy chant, a coolness to shake the warmth within,
The snowflakes take their dance in the wintry air where Santa has been,
The petals display a trace of white within the edges,
Luscious green leaves trapped within frost in hedges,
Winter lies down for the longest sleep as spring flutters in.

The seasons are my favourite bedtime story.
Each time, the same and yet different in its own ways,
Seasons fade in and out like a soft, cheerful lullaby, 

Change is a blessing, 
We tend to ignore.
Appreciate,
What change has done,
To me and to you.