Winter has worn
Cape of farewell
To leave for cold
Hills of snowy blue
Cuckoo is climbing
Soft wall of spring
To gather orange
Melodies for you
Summer is warm
With Sun's love
Weaving blanket
Of yellowish hue
Monsoon is always
Drizzling kindness
For green glowed
When trees grew
Autumn is floating
Over white clouds
Winking at flowers
Which feels so new.
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All seasons have come under the purview of your lovely poem with their distinctive characteristics! Enjoyed!