winter dark and cold,
scared of what the season brings.
what once was last December,
isn't quite what it was before.

spring warm and bright,
peacefully happy with the season being.
flowers and vines grow from the dark abyss
that winter left in my grip.

summer hot and heated,
hating how the season begins.
the flowers and vines that grew
slowly die from the loss of water from you.

fall chilly and dusk,
fear slowly creeping in.
will this season be like last?
will i be trapped again?