The Seasons

I love the varying seasons,
With their moods, so bright or drear,
Joy in the spring, and winter’s
Calm repose, each month a year.

Blossoms bloom in summer’s air,
Colors vibrant, a sight to dream,
Autumn’s whispers softly sigh,
With golden leaves on a glimmering stream.

Winter’s snow provides a cloak,
Wrapping the earth in a hushed grace,
Each season a tale of beauty,
In nature’s everlasting embrace.

• Lydia Sigourney