In like a Lion, Out like a Lamb: my story unfolds in verse

Summer is oppressive with its quite impressive heat.

Autumn winds wind down when all is falling.

Winter holds more vibrancy, for secrets just abound.

I’m more attuned to its incertain ways.

To outfox the windchill, I will bundle to the max.

To counter too low temps, I layer wild.

I take the challenge on to repudiate this bid.

Though it would daunt, I smartly kick its ass.

I have a hush-hush method that I shalln’t share here.

I feel it’s patent pending, it's so good.

While I came in a lion on the first day of March,

my lover came, a lamb, just at its end.

So I, a Winter baby, have my fresh Springtime boy.

And I have just unfurled the seasons four.