The Six Seasons Poem by Rimni chakravarty

Twelve months make a year
Six climatic changes make seasons
At first January opens up with winter
Cold and chill continues in February
Without any worry
Slowly the warm winds blow and my face glow
March sets with the spring in the air
April is the blossom time that know not what is care

The Sun radiates bright
At times at noon we do fright
To stay out in May
The dust and storm stop the boys from play
In June arrive the rains
A lovely season for the poets to utilize their brains
The lilting music is heard all through July and August
It is the wonderful tome of the artist to toast

The rains stop and the white patches of clouds fly like cotton balls up the sky in September
Wish I could fly afar
Where there is autumn all the time
Life would be fine

A chill wind blows
Wrinkles appear and the mirror shows
It is the late fall
From far away i hear the heron's call
It is the time to hibernate
And also to celebrate
for the arrival of a new harvest
The birds fly to their nest.