The Life of a Year

Spring is a baby. Quiet cries with the soft rainfall and loud shrieks with the storms. Fresh fragrant new baby smell. Wonder and awe of what is and what will be.

Summer is the teenager with its hot passion, stormy temperament, and carefree attitude. The days are long and feel as if they are invincible and never-ending.

Fall is the middle aged parent enjoying the apples from its trees of labor and fondly reminiscing about summer while its leaves begin to wither and fall.

Winter is the old woman, gray and white with age. Bitter at dreams unfulfilled. Cold from the whipping, icy winds of the world.