Soon the winter snows will crest the mountaintops
Is on the wane again.
I dread the winter cold
Beautiful as it is.
Ice growing on trees and roofs
Sparkling on the branches
I love spring, flowers budding, growing, pledging a sunny summer.
I adore summer, clouds building promising the soaking monsoon rains
Promising a glorious, colorful fall.
And fall, is falling, falling, the old year passing into a gloom
Dying chilling, freezing death. The year is ending
I am autumn. My life is reaching closing in, aging towards