Spring came and went with
the sweet smell of flowers
and the sound of chirping swallows.

Summer melted away beneath
the sun’s beating rays.
We watched her go slowly like
a sunburn fading to tan.

Fall flew by, like a leaf caught
by the autumn wind, gone without
so much as a whisper.

Now that winter is here, I am
left waiting for the next repetition,
but the days drag on, the cold lingers,
and time stands still beneath the snow.