Spring
The newness of life - the freshness of spring,
A baby's first smile, the song a bird sings.
The first season of life, gentle and pure,
An innocence begun - Spring demure.
Summer
Adventures await around each bend,
Games to play - exploring with friends.
The happy times seem endless now,
Though the summer days go by somehow.
Autumn
A time of golden hues and scents,
The future unwinds - many years hence.
Harvest brings rewards, the sweetest is love,
Many gifts are reaped from the fields above.
Indian Summer
Cares are fewer, the family is grown,
Once again to find, we're on our own.
Far away places seem to beckon and call,
And like our summer days, we explore it all.
Winter
The cold of winter, the ebb of our lives,
Our world is quiet, softly the snow lies.
Memories tucked away, bring on hidden smiles,
The gift of our seasons, to stay awhile
By Jeanne
