Seasonal

There is a strange type of beauty  

In the crisp,  

encroaching cold 

Of Autumn, 

Just as there is 

A beauty in the seeping warmth 

Of the rebirth 

Of sweet, sweet Spring. 

There is joy, hot, dry 

Joy of the enticing 

Freedom, we know 

As Summer. 

And then there is the finale: 

The soothing cold, 

The end of the astrological year, 

We welcome Winter.