Winter whispers in hues of gray,
Bare branches cradle flakes of snow,
A hush over the world, a soft, slow decay,
But beneath, a promise, seeds of tomorrow grow.
Spring unfurls with a tender sigh,
Buds peeping shy from their frosty beds,
A chorus of colors splashed against the sky,
Life whispers back from the dead.
Summer blazes, a vivid dream,
Laughter dancing in the heat’s shimmer,
Long days, warm nights, a peach's sweet cream,
In this moment, everything seems to glimmer.
Autumn arrives with a storyteller’s grace,
Leaves turning gold, stories whispered to the ground,
A gentle preparation for winter’s embrace,
In every end, new beginnings are found.