Seasons Have Their Reasons...

Spring leaps forward thus,
Flowers: opened envelopes...
The sun is gentle...

Summer singes flesh,
Tans the surface brown or red,
Beware its power!

Autumn sends winds forth,
Blows as fiercely as the storm,
Therefore walk wisely...

Winter chills the bones,
Ice covers our journey home,
Our fires comfort us...

Twelve months make a year,
Another birthday departs,
Rhymes help us recall...

by Denis Martindale

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