Changes with the seasons

Changes with the seasons

Winter

The wind is cold
Like the ice in the soul
Of the enemy that is near
'Tis the season to cajole

Spring

Sunshine will seep through
Flowers will magically appear
Fantasies await
With the memories you hold dear

Summer

Time to hone one's skill
While you have some idle time
Don't delay the inevitable
You won't always be in your prime

Fall

Time is slowly winding down
As the colors begin to fade
Time to relax, time to sleep
And soon one can join the masquerade