With trees covered once more in a coat of green rather than brown;
When cherry blossoms bud and animals re-emerge;
And headphones are hardly needed for the songs are played by the birds.
A great ball of fire spearing all with its sweltering heat;
The only thought in people’s minds of the sea and the beach;
With temperatures rising high and tempers perhaps too;
And parks are full of people and the sky’s a perfect blue.
A grand monument of bark, its existence etched into the soil;
Upon its arms dangling coloured hands starting to coil;
Russet, golden and scarlet blended together to create;
A perfect scene of fall with details so ornate.
Finally arrives the time of year filled with soft, white snow;
With children rolling the powder into spheres and stacking them so;
Eventually is created, a man of frost and ice;
Such is the season of Winter, such is this paradise.
Note: In the last poem I had written “Spectrum”, it was suggested by one of the readers, that I should try my hand at writing a poem about Autumn. This seemed like a really cool topic so I expanded it a bit and decided to do one on seasons. In each verse I have attempted to depict the scenes seen in each of them and hopefully this has succeeded.