Spring (March 21st): I see the beginning of birth and although the buds blossom, the birds flock the sky, and flowers bloom, you never know tomorrow what understood the future will bring. Streams unthaw flowing water in brooks and lakes. Babies are being born and trees populate. Rain makes everything green. 
Summer (June 21st): I hear your oceans roaring and waves clashing, times to go swimming. The people lick ice cream and out from school on vacations. Fools rally thorough memories remembered happier, forgetting the rotten days passed away, but gone bad moments that are dumber left alone dead rotten a bummer. 
Fall (September 21st): I feel your cool crisp and whisp wind blowing in my face as the temperatures drop, and the brisk air current travels carried around place to place. The leaves turn colors changing from one shade of tinted bright element of pigment to another, reminding me that the ages I have are counting as well dwindling my years expired. We rake the leaves, parents return to work, and children go back to school playing ball behind school walls, all people big and small. 
Winter (December 21st): I think of the holiday season and the cold chilly freezing snow and ice that flutters from the sky. It is a time to make snowmen and go sledding, ice skating. We bundle ourselves in for a long, short-day's nap. We light our chimneys and heat our fireplaces. We chop logs to keep the firing scorching, not breaking a nail or getting frost bite in the bitter cold. We avoid catching the flu and have fun chopping wood a pleasant splinter.  ~Cory Morr