Winter,
Its harsh winds,
And cold nights,
Teardrops freeze
Into icy crystals
As they fall helplessly
And shatter
As they hit the cold, hard ground.

Spring,
The warm breeze,
And softened earth,
Out of the darkness
And into the light
I see the sun
Once more
And can feel its heat again.

Summer,
The long, hot days,
And endless nights,
The humidity in the air
Makes it impossible
To breathe
And I struggle
To stay in focus.

Fall,
The changing colors,
And cool winds that blow,
It seems as though
This endless cycle
Is beginning again
And there can be no stopping
The changing of the seasons.

by Virginia Cook