I remember as a child, the magic seasons
Seeing the first flock of grey across a clear blue sky
the melting snow, laced in a crystalline sloshing slush
spring was once a beginning call, an awakening song
a clean t-shirt, fresh and soft
autumn leaves fell into a multicolored puddle
deep sprayed with red, orange, yellow, purple
calling a change to the darker days of cold
winter came along, flurry of blinding white
moulded into little spheres, whizzed past in the air
slept in the soft blanket, and spread imaginary angels
closed our eyes, and let all relax, all silent
cold it may have been, but together we were snug
and time, passes again, for we know it's time again