The Seasons

The Seasons The changing seasons —winter, spring, summer, and fall— I love them all. Variety is said to be the spice of life, And I enjoy their arrivals and departures, Each season unique with its own set of characteristics. Winter presents a choice between cross-country skiing, slalom, Or tobogganing down a hill, or snowshoeing in the woods. Or to stay warm inside and read a good book, Or to go for a stroll downtown and see the lights And enjoy the festive Yuletide merriment. Spring brings the warm rains that freshen the earth When imaginations are set free after the winter pall, And to lace up the sneakers after a winter in the gym And to go jogging and feel the wind in your face. Come spring, love is in the air, and new life is born. Sunny summer, breezy and warm, Filling the days; deciding whether to bike or swim, Or laze on the beach sun tanning, Or to go out on the lake fishing. Summer is the season to visit kin and rest from work. Fall is the harvest, whose abundance I’m thankful for, When leaves change colour and scatter in the wind, And walks in the forests are a common thing. The days grow colder and the nights longer As winter approaches and autumn ends.