In the dead of the winter,

I long for the sun,

The sweet smell of jasmine,

And a fresh-cut lawn.

The song of the insects,

Humming their tune,

Buzzing about,

In the late afternoon.

In the heat of the summer,

I wish for the chill,

The beauty of snow

On a dark windowsill.

The lights like a rainbow,

Twinkling bright,

Filling the night air

With cheer and delight.

In springtime my heart

Calls for brisk autumn winds,

Schooltime and football,

Reunions with friends.

The ghosts and the goblins,

Come out with the stars,

Dancing with leaves,

Burning fire in their hearts.

In the soft glow of autumn,

I pray for the spring,

The flowers and showers

The season will bring.

The trees all adorned,

In their splendor of green,

The sweet months of life,

So much new to be seen.