I have grown to know the seasons,
like personal friends of mine.
Each one has it's own personality,
and all have a special place in my heart.

Spring is the friend that never overstays it's welcome.
It's there one minute,
and gone the next.
It's a friend you are fond of,
but you're okay with time apart.

Summer is the one who doesn't know when to go.
You share so many memories,
so when it comes around you are are ecstatic,
but by the end of it's stay,
you are ready to part ways.

Fall is the one who you can never get enough of.
It's a balance of all things beautiful.
It's the one you wish would stay forever.
When it leaves you feel empty,
and you start counting down the days till it returns.

Winter is the confusing of all the seasons.
It's the friend that is very bittersweet.
It brings joy but takes away life's beautiful colors.
Even through the dull, frosty haze it leaves,
it's magnificent in it's own simple ways.

Just like people,
each is wonderful.
They each share a place in our heart,
and will always leave memories behind,
but they all stay for as long as life will allow them.