“I know I am but summer to your heart, and not the full four seasons of the year.”
― Edna St. Vincent Millay

Spring 

Does the turtle 

Resting on his log

Wish he was in the cold spring water?

The bird rest 

On the leafless tree

Waiting for the signs of spring

Kids rushed to the green field

No more snow

No more cold.

 They are no longer focused

For the spring

Is now already there.

Summer

The fireflies fly

As the wind blow

And light up the sky

Roses of summer

Are lying in the corner

And danger lies in its beauty 

Does the turtle resting

Wish he could enjoy

The summer in a cage?

The air is dry and hot

But the room is not

Because the AC is on

Fall

The sunflowers faced the sun

Danced

As the wind blew

Kids are falling

Because autumn is near

For its also called fall

Orange maple leaves 

are falling to the ground

Creating orange piles

The rain drops fall

And the river floods

Great times of fall

Winter

The snowman erect 

Outside the cabin

Happy to be in the cold

Does the turtle

Resting on the log

Wish he was in the frozen water?

The kids rushed to the fields

As snow fall 

From the clouded sky

Thoreau lived alone

 in the woods

Where berries grow