The evening air changes when the seasons do.

From the spring breeze blowing the scent of dew

To the smell of fall leaves in every hue.

Summer brings the sweet smell of a flower.

Even if it’s at the midnight hour.

Winter’s chill blows in aromas so warm;

The smells of baking in every form.

It’ll make one’s senses begin to swarm.

Nothing in life is worth such stressing

As noticing the air undressing.

Oh, what a blessing it is to see!

Every time I’m filled with glee;

Wind blowing in a season for me.