Four Sister's

 There are four sister's

Whom we call season's.

Amazing how all four

Have a way of shining,

In a spot light of their 

Own space and time .

Four sister's holding hands

As dancing in a circle

One after another,

Each has a turn to shine

With time to back up showing,

Their beauty to the world.

In viewing, the eldest

Sister is the Winter.

She is coldest 

More to herself.

As the eldest one

She is a bit bitter.

In a reason of her own

as she saw maturity.

She is more cautions

hiding behind the cold.

Covering the ground 

with white blanket

of snow and 

Swirling blizzard's

Through the season. 

Four sister's holding hands

As dancing in a circle

One after another,

Each has a turn to shine

Time at the back showing

Their beauty to the world.

The second eldest

Sister is Autumn.

Dressed in colors,

of orange, red, 

With light-brown's

touch of dark-grey,

kind of gown. 

She is more used 

The wild wind's

And rainy day's.

The one's  howling

At window's and house's,

As they feel the shake.

Rain filling the

Street's with inch

deep water'.

Almost as if she is

Somehow upset.

By being somewhere

In between two

Of her sisters.

Four sister's holding hands

As dancing in a circle

One after another,

Each has a turn to shine

Time at the back showing

Their beauty to the world.

Summer is the third sister,

As she melts in the sun.

Splashing warm pool waters,

And sandy beaches somewhere.

Putting smiles on our faces

She is the happy, 

One after all.

Four sister's holding hands

As dancing in a circle

One after another,

Each has a turn to shine

Time at the back showing

Their beauty to the world.

Than there is the 

Youngest sister, Spring.

Blooming with youth

Blooming with colors

green, pink, yellow,

Brighter, soft kind of gown. 

Leaving smile on our face's

As if teaching us love again.

As she rise flower's 

From the ground.

Melting away our hearts

In a warm breezy wind,

Of rising again.

After her eldest sister

Bitter-cold, Winter.

When the world hear's

Sound again after 

A very long slumber.

Spring is the gently

Spoken one, of them all.

Four sister's holding hands

As dancing in a circle

One after another,

Each has a turn to shine

Time at the back showing

Their beauty to the world.

Before we knew it

A full year came to a circle.