Increasingly Palindromic Seasons

Spring's luster is dewed anew each morning While Summer moods doom fear of Winter's cost. 'Til Fall, the redness sender gives us warning That soon Winter's spider redips its web of frost. Spring's flower is a sire wolf fang piercing ground. Summer's sunburn warming is a sign I'm raw. Fall's arrival now is sensuousness I won in beauty crowned In swirling blizzard, was it a boreal aerobat I saw? Awaken Spring. A sleeper as late petals are peels to bloom. So enrobe, Summer. A harem muse borne upon winds is nicer Than rot aroma inward drawn. I am orator of Fall's perfume. Winter rec. It's a lyre (vanilla). All in a very last icer! 10.12.18 Contest: Palindromes II Note: each line progresses one season and each stanza is a year.