Would you mind if I put one here too?
It's for creative writing. I was thinking to split this poem into 3. It was supposed to have a section on winter.
The Four Seasons
The heart of nature is the seasons
For we give them names
And names instill purpose
The four seasons,
like everything in this world,
have personality
Spring is her father’s child
The firstborn of Winter and Summer
She is the elder sister
who is distant and cold when you meet her
but as you get to know her
she warms
In her, lies all the coldness of her father
and all the warmth of her mother
She summons the power of this world
and brings life to nature
She takes care of us:
the young who rely on her
for she, like her mother,
is full of beauty as well as warmth
Summer,
The warmest of the four,
brings forth light and prosperity
She is as gentle as her daughter
but as violent as her husband
She brings raging heat and tidal waves
Death and destruction
but we must not fault her for it
For we:
the Human race,
with our industry
have invoked her rage
We tell ourselves that it is her who ravages us
but we have done this to ourselves
Her temper will not lessen
if we stand idling by
and watch her fury destroy the planet
for which we call home
Fall
The youngest and shortest of the four,
The gentle brother,
Warm, like his mother
Cold, like his father
He creeps up on us with bouts of cold
and embraces us with warmth
Still not as deadly as his parents
He signals the time of hibernation
for much of nature
With his changing colors,
They remind us of his mother
who has only just passed
The warm hues of Summer melt
into the crisp, dark hues of Winter
He brings forth
the coldest, most brutal,
of the four with his passing
