White flurries descending from the gray sky
Starting to envelope the ground like blankets
Leaves are lovely as if they have trinkets
Naked trees suddenly have ornaments
The cold wind blows the crystals in rhythm
Snowflakes are dancing like tiny butterflies
Winter's beauty truly isn't pale and colored light
The earth's not asleep, only dressed in sparkly white
Winter Morning
Watched the dull gray sky one winter morning
Felt quivering in the crisp wind
Though the world seemed so quite asleep
Barely heard the crackling trees
Stripped trees stand sleeping in the cold
"Where's the sun?" I asked myself
Then suddenly I turned around
On the bare branches were about a hundred birds
Oh! I didn't hear their sound

Great hope is what this season brings
Said the quiet lake and the silent stream
After winter soon will be the beauty of spring

Autumn
The brilliant hues of the fallen leaves
The silent roar of the waterfall
Brought solace and happiness
Autumn's magnificent tints
offer promise and tranquility
But much more to nature's beauty
Are the nurtured memories
Fall
Brown, red and golden leaves

Floating, flying,
swirling in rhythm with the breeze
Dropping slowly on a
bedlike ground
Creating music with a comforting sound