Summer was hot, as it should be, wild and free. But though it seemed it would last forever it ended all too soon, leaving nothing but sun-soaked and faded memories.
After the change came Autumn, cooler and calmer than Summer. And while time seemed to slow when it was there, it too ended quickly.
Now it's Winter and it came as a surprise, too early, sweeping away Autumn in a fierce storm. It is cold, and dark, white clouds block the sun and I pray for Spring, sometimes I see glimpses of it through the trees, but there's nowhere for it to take hold and it falls away. Last year's Spring is a word on the wind and old memories are gone with it. The fire by the hearth burns steadily, but I long for Spring to come again.