Winter, so cold yet so beautiful.
Soft fair skin, long white hair, and piercing blue eyes.
One breath and the coldest wind swirls.
One gaze and time stands still as flurries of snow fall around her.
Anger her and be prepared for a blizzard.
Summer, the hottest of the sisters.
Some say she has a bit of a temper, as her anger unleashes the heat of the sun.
Her eyes are as green as the trees and grass.
Golden blonde hair flowing in the warm breeze created by her relaxed breaths.
Her bronzed skin soaking up the last bit of sunlight as the sun sets over the beach.
Autumn is not as intense as her sisters, often looked upon for balance between Summer and Winter.
Her auburn brown hair is wrapped into bun as she sips her coffee.
Not a morning person, she always adds an extra hour of sleep to her night.
Her hazel eyes change the colors of the leaves, watching as they slowly make their descent toward the ground.
Her wardrobe of chunky sweaters and tall boots prepares her for when it's Winter's turn and brings in the deep chill.
Last of all the sisters, is Spring.
Spring brings a breath of fresh air to renew all that were damaged by Winter's harsh words.
When her olive eyes mourn the death of nature, a thunderous rain prepares everything for the transition into Summer.
Spring's mood changes by the day, bringing either a pleasant or dreary day.
Year after year, Spring equips us with the strength to endure Summer's beauty.
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