This little poem gives feelings and moods to the seasons.

What the Seasons Mean to Me


Yellow, Orange and Brown
colors in my head
leaves falling to the ground,
as Winter comes in dead

Spring sprouts new wings
grey twigs turn to green
nesting robins sing
As the earth once more is clean.

Summer storms in hot and dry
As children run and play
rains don't come, as clouds roll by
while the farmers wait and pray

Fall comes like a breath of air
cooling the tempered ground
Rainbows hung in a sky so fair
tempting winter without frown.