The Seasons

I wear the warmth on my skin

The flowers producing pollen

The sun contacting with the earth

We think of hope, but there is a dearth

We know the leaves are getting ready

Orange blanket, with warm hues visible already

Autumn leaves begin falling down

Days become shorter, the temperature low

Aware of how long we have left

We and the animals prepare for the cold

A frosty landscape greets me, we are unable to rest

We sit with temperatures uncontrolled

We see as things slowly die

Now life is hard to come by

Then I saw, what seemed impossible. Life,

like a light at the end of a tunnel

I see it as it remerges from where it was

I see the flowers and the faint vibrative buzz

The plants blossom, the colours sprout

And so, repeats this never-ending route