Seasons Poem by Spanner Thegob

The cycle of the season

Sitting under an autumnal moon
Cool night but very soon
Winter will come, the air will freeze.
Snowflakes carried on an artic breeze
Will fall in flurry's swirling around,
As a Funeral pall on a lifeless ground.
But spring will come with life anew
The annual promise to renew.
And summer not far behind
A time of plenty and peace of mind
Will yield the season
To autumn, the reason
the cycle of the season