Seasons of Prose and Cons

Writing in the light of Spring Inspired by an Angel's wing The things I see are meant to be A prose or poetry thing Writing in the Summer sun When my pen has just begun It's real sweet when I feel the heat But that's how I get things done Writing in the dead of Fall When the times I hear the call I'll find a way to spend the day Spouting words I'll share with all Writing in the Winter snows Whether poetry or prose The chill I feel I know is real But that's just the way it goes