Seasons

Early winter hurts the landscape,
Wrecking summers hard won gain,
While slyly, with its freezing fire,
Bleak hoarfrost spreads its deadly pain.


Patient spring makes good the damage,
Cleaning up the mess that’s left below,
Then awakes with subtle breezes
Cold sterile earth beneath the snow.


Radiant autumn in its glory,
Reviving summers faded scenes,
Scatters rust, rich, warm and golden,
To repair the summer’s jaded greens.