Wiccan Seasons

Cold, desolate land
Freezing all life
And from Winter's hand
Ice cuts like a knife.

Windy green land
Creating new life
And from Spring's hand
Nature regains her strife.

Hot, sweltering land
Thriving with life
And from Summer's hand
He takes his wife.

Cooling, colorful land
Descending from life
And from Autumn's hand
Ends slowly, his life.

Cold desolate land
Freezing all life
And from Winter's hand
Ice cuts like a knife.