All around me,
As far as my eye can see,
Pristine white and soft is the snow,
Enveloping everything around, from head to toe.

Steadily over time, winter makes a retreat.
Withdrawing, steady is her drum beat,
Ushering in Spring, exploding with youth and energy,
Filling every limb and bough with buds and blooms aplenty.

Again slowly, warmed by the sun rays,
Spring ages into Summer.
She is tempestuous sometimes, slow and languid some days,
Others, her anger plays out in lightning and thunder.

Autumn is like one of my beloved aunts,
Iridescent as a peacock plume,
Her brilliant golds, russet reds and pretty greens she flaunts,
Fallen leaves, pine cones and pumpkins make her perfume.

Winter is soon here, again.
The circle is complete.
Snow will soon cover the terrain,
And everything will lie still in sleep.
To awaken again sometime, refreshed.