(NaPoWriMo 9) Seasons

Bright and sunny,
With budding flowers,
And the frost melting off the grass:
Spring.

Warm and balmy,
When the days are longer,
And the sun stays high in the sky:
Summer.

Leaves turning colors,
Falling from the trees,
And the first chilly wind opens its mouth:
Fall.

Cold and dreary,
Yet excitement fills each house,
And the days are short and snowy:
Winter.

Over and over the session repeats,
Will continue till the sun is gone,
Never faltering:
The Seasons.