Seasons knocking on the door
Each one with its unique lore
Springtime fingerpaints the earth
Spreading its immeasurable mirth
Summer’s heat bursts upon the scene
And each day the sun reigns as queen
Autumn casts a cloak of burnished hues
With copper tinged foliage as its muse
Winter’s kingdom wears robes of pristine white
While snowflakes whispered dance is quite the sight
Seasons stand side by side, natural neighbors
Observing each other’s seasonal labors.
~Edited poem by Kristen A.
He (G0d) made the moon to mark the seasons, and the sun knows when to go down. ~Psalm 104:19 ✝