Seasons

Seasons

Rainy days and clear nights, but cold all the way through

The clouds and sun always fight, for who has the better view

Spring has sprung in the Great Northwest, and it is prettier than most

All of nature dressed in its best, as if to make Winter a ghost.

Blue as eyes and oceans deep and wider than the plains

Puffs of white drift lazily, over swaying fields of grain.

Summer skies fly far too fast, warming us with bright sun

We must learn to make them last, before the warm days are done

Then Fall arrives cold and bright, shining ever more

Clouds turn more grey than white, warning us of storms

Leaves change colors, yellow, orange, red, and brown

And then slowly join the others, to lay upon the ground

Cozy on the inside and dark on the out, as Christmas time draws near

To remind us what the season is about, Harold Angels bring cheer

Grey and cold and wet and dark, it seems it will never end

But then sun peaks through like a spark, Spring is around the bend.