A Game For All Seasons

At first was spring, and everything was quenched of every thirst Summer came, but soon was gone, it quickly played its game Autumn, lingers here again, blows in with magic fingers Gripping trees without a care, and painting brittle leaves Sending cold to gild our hills with brilliant red and gold Finding ways to rust the sky with tawny autumn days We should fry up stacks, of buckwheat cakes, and gather stacks of wood We'll retire, soon, find warmth, and croon, around the cozy fire We now rehearse, the winter's curse, and will survive the worst, somehow .......................................................... For Contest: Plucky 2 By 9 Sponsored by Mystic Rose 2/23/15