Summer is a lioness

basking in the shade

like a queen upon her throne

drowsing in the glade

Autumn is a flighty girl

with flowing skirts

and scarves

She dances in 

the playful breeze

She sings,she smiles

and laughs

Winter is a matron

a grey and solemn crone

She totters on her three legs

and wanders paths folorn

But Springtime is an angel

with wings of silver pearl

Under the moon she sings a hym

to a lost and lonely world