Seasonal Digression

I am the spring,  
that nurtures young sprigs  
from the palm of your hand  
to the tip of tree branch.  
 
I am the summer,  
passionate new lover  
from blossom to bloom  
I’m a thunderous afternoon.  
 
I am the autumn,  
before you hit rock bottom  
like leaves we are fallen  
I’m natures last caution.  
 
I am the winter,  
beware frozen river  
as snow falls just know I’ll  
lay forbidding and wild.